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Thinking about today...

Exactly one year ago today, I woke up to a phone call from my mom and Mark telling me Mark's cancer was back. They said it was his worst re-occurrence yet. As always, Mark sounded extremely positive and hopeful and even said, "My time here is not done." I couldn't help but be sad for the rest of the day, even though they told me not to be.

Exactly six months ago today, Mark died. It's really hard to believe. When I think about the fact that it's been six months and how often I still miss him and cry, it makes me kind of embarrassed. Maybe I'm a slow griever? Or maybe I just truly appreciate what an amazing person I had in my life and know that he is worth missing!

Either way, I can't help but think about him and these "anniversaries" that fall on my birthday. Don't worry, though. I'm not sitting here having a pity party for myself! If my step-dad Mark taught me anything about life, he taught me that life is for the living and to live each day to the fullest. So that is what I plan to do.

My husband has a surprise day planned for me. I know nothing about what we're doing (which is absolutely torturing the planner in me! How am I supposed to know what to wear?). All I know is that we're leaving in 45 minutes, I can dress casual and comfortable and I'm not supposed to eat breakfast! I can't wait to to figure out what we're doing and spend the day with my amazing husband! I know for sure, that is what Mark would want.

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Anonymous said…
You are such a beautiful person.

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