It’s September 1, which is nothing significant for most people, except that today would have been my 30th wedding anniversary. Now, it’s a day like any other, and yet it feels like only yesterday when I walked down the aisle. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about it; it’s a marriage that ended, but it’s not one to forget. I’m not sure why I even care except that thirty years is a huge milestone; sadly, our marriage did not survive to celebrate. It’s a little emotional, becoming easier with each year, with that, I find myself reminiscing about happier days as a married couple; there were many. Don’t get me wrong; this is not a pity party, it’s a day in a year, an anniversary; it’s not unlike a birthday; we recognize and acknowledge it in some way. You can’t erase the past; it was what it was; it was my married life. There were a lot of years spent together as a couple; it’s strange to be silent and not acknowledge this day when we’ve celebrated it for years. It’s OK to remember these milestones and to know that you’re OK, with a fantastic life ahead.
“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together…”