Today would have been my husband's 30th birthday. 30. Mike was so full of life. He rarely let things get to him. He was the life of the party. He could make anyone laugh. Everyone liked him. I don't know anyone who didn't. He was friendly, sociable, and entertaining. He loved with his whole self. You couldn't embarrass him because he just joined in.
I miss him so much. I'm so sad. This isn't the life I wanted for us. For him. For me. For our children. I celebrated my husbands 30th birthday, a huge milestone to be celebrated, and I celebrated at a cemetery. Life just is too short and unfair.
Happy birthday, Michael. You are so loved and missed. Every single day. ❤️
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