25

This past wednesday, July 21, would have been my 25th wedding anniversary. Only missed it by 7 years. Don't give it much thought nowadays. Occasionally it comes to mind but I can never sort out what I remember and what I think about it all. I had high ideals, like we all do, and I watched it all fall flat. My grandma complains all the time about how terrible it was for her to loose Grandpa. I agree that I really miss him, but at least she doesn't have to see him all the time. I'm happy now, more than I was the last couple of years I was married and I stop once in a while and think about what happened. I gave up trying to find ways to place blame. I am certain I have as much fault, if not more, for the way it went. There were so many things that went wrong that just kept building and piling up that it's hard to remember all of it.

My big regret is for what it did to my kids. They both had to grow up far faster than was right or fair. I'm still not sure they made a decent adjustment. I hope with time they can be healed and that it won't affect any relationships they have.