… well, it’s a date that’s seared in my memory. It’s the date I lost Chuck – 15 years ago. Hard to believe it’s been 15 years, seems like yesterday.
We were just a little short of 44 years. He was older than me and was pretty sure he would go before me. He always tried to have “things” where I could take care of them. He failed – I still need him.
He did go out with a ‘bang’ – well, a bang-up funeral, and all his own planning. If haven’t read about it and are interested it’s here.