Today would have been his birthday
My husband of twenty years died in his bed after a short but severe illness on May 5, 2009. It was just a few days before my birthday. Today, July 5, is his birthday. This is the second one that has passed since he has been gone. I don’t know why this one seems harder than the last one but it is. I have tried to move on over the past year and now am on the eve of the decision to sell his truck he loved so much. I don’t drive it but the thought of doing that tears me up since he loved it so much. I know I’ll cry when it drives away with a stranger at the wheel. It will be symbolic of me letting him go one more time. But I think I am ready to do it.