Today is my parents' 37th wedding anniversary. And it's the first one that my dad isn't here to celebrate with my mom.
It's another one of those "firsts" after losing someone that you realize. Sometimes you see the date coming up and it's almost like you dread it. And other times, life is busy and you realize the day before and it kind of smacks you in the face. Either way, it's not easy.
I'm sad for my mom that this is the first wedding anniversary that she won't have my dad around for. I know the best thing that I can do is to be here for her and listen if she needs it, and offer hugs and support.
Life isn't fair sometimes, but I will say this again: I'm so lucky to have the kind of dad who was so good, that he's missed so much.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad. I love you both, to the moon and back.