<p>We (or perhaps just I) sang happy birthday and we celebrated, in our rushed way, his life. We miss him. But, life has continued.  We are blessed.  We go on.</p>

We (or perhaps just I) sang happy birthday and we celebrated, in our rushed way, his life. We miss him. But, life has continued. We are blessed. We go on.

Birthdays are Meant to be Celebrated

I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope I captured the memories of the journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor.  The faith. The hope.

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I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope I captured the memories of the journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.

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