Marriage is....

Waking up each morning with your partner and falling in love all over again.
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The Wish

Yesterday was an especially crappy day for me. Thought about if I had done the right things for Bryons care drifted through my mind. At one point I was determined to get a copy of his last x-ray from the hospital, don't know what it would prove but that's the way my mind works. I decided to go through one of his drawers, sort of the "junk" drawer. Odds and ends, some knives(Bryon loved his knives but they had to be sharp) old receipts etc. To me they are what made him who he was. Bryon loved to write, he started a childrens story which I passed on to Sherry to finish, his poetry was really pretty good. Going through papers I came across a poem he had written.

The Wish

For all my life I've wanted

The future, clear to me

What riches I'd have flaunted

If only this could be

Wealth and fame would be mine

Rich beyond compare

Money,food, the best wine

Women, young and fair

Now, my wish is granted

I know what life will give

It's not what I'd have wanted

I have three months to live

Dalylight Saving

Bryon always said that when he died he hoped that it was after the clocks turned back, he wanted his hour back. He didn't get his wish by only a few days.  Last night I went to the garage and turned on the lights, the way it was when Bryon would be working out there. I sat on the stoop and let my mind wander, I imagined that at any time he would stick his head out and say "miller time" That meant that he would grab and beer I would get a coke and we would sit and talk. It was break time. Bryon was always a stickler for the correct time so one year I bought him and Automic Clock. You can't set the time, instead it sets itself when the time centre in Colorado sends out it's electronic ping. It is supposed to be the most precise time there is. At exactly 2:00 a.m. the clock moved ahead an hour the big hand ticking off the 60 minutes. (google automic clock for more info) I realized how short our time here really is, in a blink of an eye I watched an hour go by. I find myself wondering about the concept of ghosts, but that is another blog.
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One of my sayings

I like not only to know I am loved
But to be told I am loved
For the realm of silence is deep enough beyond the grave.