Yesterday would have been our 43rd wedding anniversary. I spent the day reflecting on what my day was like on that Saturday forty three years ago. How happy I was, I felt like I was the happiest girl in the world, sure didn’t think that sometime down the road I would be going solo. No one ever tells you about that when you get married, they don’t tell you that it’s not always going to be this way. But we are all on borrowed time. Nothing lasts forever. It’s hard to believe that it will be five years this June. It doesn’t feel like its been that long, it seems like yesterday. Like everything is frozen in time. So I just inch forward a little each day. Happy Anniversary, Troy!
Jane is a Widow 