As just a few minutes are left of this date, I remember my sweet husband, Richard, who would be 77 years old today. He was a gem, no doubt. Shared laughter was the glue that held us together.
"You've got to find the humor in everything," he often reminded me.
While he drew his ending breaths (cancer suffocated the life out of him), he heard me in the middle of a giggle-fit while my sister and I recalled a youthful adventure. He, nor I, would have had it any other way.
I've had a wonderful day today, highlighted by remembering him. Grateful he was born and that I had the privilege of knowing him for 14 years. What a gift...
A 50-something woman comes home to a place she's never been before.