You picked Friday the 13th of April for our wedding day because you knew I would never remember the date if it wasn’t something very unique. And of course superstitions meant nothing to you, they had no power over you. I still think about you everyday. Now when I am reminded of you I cry less. The chance to experience you again, even if only as a memory, is enough to bring a smile on those rare occasions when the pain of it doesn’t overwhelm me. I miss you baby, and with all my heart, down to the very fiber of my being, I love you.
Happy sixth anniversary beloved.