Originally Posted by CaptainRich
We had been married for twenty eight years.
That's far more than half my life. We were married at twenty-two, but the years prior don't count the same because I didn't begin to know or grow until I was almost twenty. Seems alotta people are the same way, but won't admit it....
Not too long ago, she was a part of my every day. Taking care of her, and her needs, gave me purpose.
Even when she wasn't really all there, I could hear her advise as if it were just spoken.
I'd best cling to that.
There was a service to celebrate her life. Family came from all corners of the US...
Pictures were summonsed from the dark corners of several closets, many of those pictures long forgotten...
She didn't like her picture taken, yet I still managed to find more of them than I remember.
Even still, albums are reappearing that have been long set aside for more important things.... the day-to-day hustle, and thing's that seem more pressing.... I'll get back to those albums... some day..........
Many of the decisions that would have been difficult then, are harder now. I don't have the same confident advisor...
I would like to turn back the hands of time, to the days when I took many of those pictures, and I'd like to think for all the one's I took, candidly, I also took the time to tell her in many different ways, just how much she meant to me, through the many years.
And I hope I took the time to tell her how much I love her....
Don't you miss your chance. Tomorrow doesn't always come.