The necklace I’m wearing in the photo was a gift from my sons that they’d bought at their elementary school’s annual book and gift fair in 1988, then gave to me for Christmas that year. The necklace was buried with my son Jeff in his grave in 2013.
We’ve spent at least half of our anniversaries in the hospital due to one or another of Jerry’s medical issues.
Jerry and I are doing the usual, just spending the day at home in the peace and quiet. Unlike most people, we’ve never celebrated by going out. (We don’t do anything on birthdays either, so this is normal for us.)
Jerry was the first (and only) person to ever buy me a dozen red roses.
I boo-hooed, of course.
We were best-friends before we ever married. I cannot imagine life without him now.
We’d always planned on renewing our vows on our twenty-fifth anniversay, but, well . . . the virus has hindered a lot of things right now.
Maybe another year.
Hope all of you are staying safe and well. Please take care of yourselves!