Wednesday, February 23, 2011
This is my late hubby Bruce and me. I had just turned 30 and he 29. I've never loved anyone like I loved that man. I still do in fact. Everyone knew we had a great love. People would remark about how much in love they could see we were. He was the perfect husband except for his disease of Alcoholism. Even then, he never stopped being the sweetest man in the world to me. I just wish I'd known he was so depressed and hopeless. I wish I just had one more day with him to make him feel less desperate. Just one more day to tell him how much I loved him. I just wish I had that last day back to reaffirm my love for him and maybe he wouldn't have taken his own life.