Today is a weird day for me.
When John died he was 67 years and 41 days old.
Today I am 67 years and 41 days old.
Tomorrow I will be on this planet longer than John was.
I can't explain why that feels strange to me but it does.
And I wish it weren't so.
John and I had our church wedding today 27 years ago. Since we had already been married [by a JP] 7 years earlier, there wasn't as much nervousness associated with the day. We just enjoyed the heck out of it. We talked about that day with fondness for the rest of our life together. It was a great party. We were so happy.