THINKING ABOUT MY HUSBAND
It's not his birthday, our anniversary or any special date in our lives together, it's just a day that I have been thinking about him a lot.

Many times over the sixteen years that Aaron has been gone I think and remember our times together. We shared the happy and sad times, helped each other through thick and thin, and made the most of the time we had together.



If he were alive today and I could ask him a question, I'd ask him this: "What were the happiest days of your life?"

I think the first answer would be:

"When my son Steve was born and I watched him grow up to be the person he was becoming."

The second answer would be:

"After I retired and started spending winters in Florida
I had an opportunity to get away from the New England winters, make new friends, explore new places, try new things and share quality time with my wife in a new life experience.

I wish I could get him to confirm what I just wrote, but I really think that's how he would have responded.

It seems that the longer he's gone the more I think about him.

Little things happen and they remind me of him.

For example, just yesterday I told a friend of mine that she would have to make the call on Monday to the community center to reserve her space for a movie that will be showing next Wednesday. (I usually make the reservation for us but I will not be able to attend that movie)

Her response to me was, "Remind me on Monday."

WHAT!!

When that situation presented itself to Aaron he would say, "I'm reminding you now!" And that's what I said!!!

My usual "nice self" would say, "Ok, I'll remind you on Monday," but it came to me loud and clear - "I'm reminding you now."

She was shocked!!

NEVER GETTING LOST

My husband was "a map man."

Before we set out on trip, he studied the map, and knew exactly how to get where we were going, never had to stop and ask for directions.

What brought this to mind is my friend and I recently went to visit a friend who lives a distance from us. We got directions, followed them but somewhere along the way we got lost, stopped and "the nice man" put our destination on Goggle, gave us a print-out and we got there, took us two hours where the trip home only took forty-five minutes.

Never would have happened with Aaron.

These are just a few of the things that come to mind about my husband - oh yes - and his favorite song was, "You Made Me Love You."

Me too.

"You Made Me Love You."



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