On this day in 1976 I got married to someone who became my very best friend and the father of my adorable twins. Today would have been my 36th anniversary if he hadn't died. He suffered a brain aneurysm on Superbowl Sunday in 1993 and he died after living in a comatose/vegetative state for 6 more years. It felt like I would grieve forever. But I didn't. Like all things in life the sorrow faded and I moved on. I was fortunate to find love again and I am very happily married today to a wonderful man who loves me as well. So it is suprising to me that I find myself thinking of my fiirst husband today, remembering our anniversary and missing him. In light of the life I have now and the number of years that have passed, I don't understand why this is affecting me like this today.

Oh melancholy go away
please don't come back another day.