Yesterday, September 22 was the 6 year anniversary our our last vacation together. In the weeks leading up to it I kept asking Troy where he wanted to go, he finally said let’s go to the beach in Florida. I think Troy knew this would be our last vacation together. He had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for when we got back. The doctor said everything looked okay on the x-ray he had done but he wanted to do a scope just in case there was something else going on. Boy was he ever wrong. The life changing diagnosis was about to hit us in the face. Our lives would never be the same. Troy was always to optimistic, I loved that about him. It seemed to make up for all my pessimism.
Jane is a Widow 