Rob and I are in Cape May, NJ, celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary. This is where we came for our honeymoon and several of our anniversaries.
One of my rituals was to go to one of the many tacky gift shops and fnid something appropriately trashy for Mike. Today as we cruised the shops, I saw so many things — guitar Christmas ornaments, seashell constructed boxes and really trashy magnets. There was the farting bottle opener (I did buy that for my colleague, John Boyle) and the starfish with sunglasses and a bikini, the stained glass mermaid.
When Mike died, he still had a bunch of the trashy, tacky things I got for him on these vacations. He kept his treasures in the seashell-encrusted box I got him. He had a ton of magnets with thermometers in them (I bought one in his memory).
I think of him almost every moment of every day. When will it get easier?
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