Today, Steven would have been 54. I'm so sad as I think of this. It seems young to me. What do I do? How to mourn a special day of ones deceased husband.
So, I'll call my mother-in-law and we will go to dinner, but not to mourn. We will celebrate a life lived going full speed ahead. A man who would not let go of life because it would mean he had lost, and that wasn't who he was. We will laugh and reminisce. And we'll pick a restaurant that does not mind a couple ladies who shed a few tears as they dine.