Today is a bittersweet day. My wife would have been fifty two today. I still think about her almost every day. In the years before she passed, she frequently told me that after she was gone, I was supposed to find someone new, and be happy. I always brushed her off, not wanting to think about it. And after she was gone, I assumed I'd just be on my own for the rest of my life. I'm glad I was wrong. I still feel a little guilty sometimes that I'm doing so well now. But I know she'd be happy for me. Happy birthday, my first love. Thank you. I'll never forget.