I still see you from time to time. Maybe a face in the news. A dress in a shop window. Someone's hair in the crowd. Just glimpses. I can never get a good look.
I'll read a story and it'll mention a date, like "on this date in 1998..."
"She had six years left," I'll think. It's a good thing we can't see into the future.
It all just seems like a dream.
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Our thoughts and prayers are with you now [today]and always. We love you, Mike. The folks!
Knowing you were grieving as much for the loss of your wife as I was for the end of my marriage is just as much of bond I have with you, maybe even more than our military time and fear of heights. Proud to be your friend and fellow gentleman traveller.
Sometimes the pain is just as sharp. I miss her more each year, each day. I love you.
Thank you everyone.
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