Happy birthday G. I wish I could tease you about being the same age as the old speed limit and sing a Sammy Hagar song about driving to you today.

Wherever you are, I hope there are flat screen TV’s, ballons, champagne, funny hats and people who love you as much as we do here.

XOXO

Today we would have been married 5 years. You have been dead for 2 years and 9 months. You died 2 years and 3 months after our “first” wedding (the link explains all). You have been dead longer than we were married. Thank luck or karma or whoever is in charge that we had each other for many years before we were husband and wife, though that was not nearly enough. Going on three years since I last saw you still sucks, is still heart wrenchingly awful. Still. It gets better, but it will never be gone. It’s the last thing that ties me to you. Those moments alone in the hospital, before you were really gone forever.

It’s just a day on the calendar, but for a little while at least, it was our day.