This week is tough for me, well all weeks are in their own way. This one’s one of the harder ones.
April 23rd would have been 21 years engaged; April 24th would have been 11 years married…
Sometimes the hardest part of you being gone is that I’m with someone now. Someone you know, and someone you counted as a friend. He’s very kind, very patience and cares about me deeply. He loved you very much too, and misses you bunches, too.
I love you, Jason. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing you, but I’m grateful for the person I’m with. Just wish you knew how happy I am, and how hard it is to be sad and happy at the same time.