The 14th it will be 18 months since my wife died in a hospital, unable to recover from major surgery. I don't have anything special planned other than extra memories of her and for her in love and honor. I hope the day passes quickly and that I don't linger too long beside her hosptial bed yet again, seeing her gone from me for the first time. I'm not sure of who and what I really am these days but I am the decent man she helped me become, that much I do know and I'm grateful for that. There aren't adequate words to express all the feelings on these anniversaries that keep coming for all of us, but I do treasure the warm memories and it won't be all sadness on the 14th. I guess I have become able to do more of that with the passing of time, remembering the good and happy times and funny times and the plain old contentment of being with her.