And so it begins. . .

Happy birthday sweetheart,

I miss you. . .

It's that time of year and so begins the sad journey of anniversaries. 

Two weeks ago, I said, bring it on.  

Last week, I said, do I have to again?

And today I say, here we go again...as I stand with my feet firmly planted on the treadmill of life.

Maybe if I didn't love him so much and he wasn't such a wonderful husband and father it wouldn't hurt so bad.

Maybe if I didn't believe how much his grandchildren need him it wouldn't hurt so bad.

Maybe if I could have said good-bye, it wouldn't hurt so bad.

Maybe if I didn't miss his humor, it wouldn't hurt so bad.

Maybe. . .