The day I married my love was Sept. 24th. It dawned on me today that we would have been married 24 years tomorrow and that he died on the 24th day of a month. Not that there is any significance, just that it popped into my head. Ah well...
I can't tell you how many times we both forgot our anniversary over the years after our son was born. We'd look at the calendar and notice it had come and gone. No biggy, but now I kinda wish we had payed closer attention.
The last time we actually went out to have a romantic dinner was when he could still eat pretty much anything, but his speech was going. To look at him you would not have known anything was wrong. He actually went to the flower shop to have flowers sent to the restaurant, as they could not understand him over the phone. He then went to the restaurant to pick out a table to reserve and ask them to do things a certain way. Little did I know that would be our last real "special" outing.
Maybe I'll by some wine or champagne tomorrow to toast our marriage.
I can't tell you how many times we both forgot our anniversary over the years after our son was born. We'd look at the calendar and notice it had come and gone. No biggy, but now I kinda wish we had payed closer attention.
The last time we actually went out to have a romantic dinner was when he could still eat pretty much anything, but his speech was going. To look at him you would not have known anything was wrong. He actually went to the flower shop to have flowers sent to the restaurant, as they could not understand him over the phone. He then went to the restaurant to pick out a table to reserve and ask them to do things a certain way. Little did I know that would be our last real "special" outing.
Maybe I'll by some wine or champagne tomorrow to toast our marriage.
