On 5 November, 1994, I married my best friend. We had been together for over 5 years prior to that, and already had two little boys together. Our marriage survived many things; there were times when one of us was ready to give up, and times when each of us thought we were in love with another. We went through much financial distress, and emotional storms, compounded by my bitter divorce and child custody battle from my first marriage. But instead of destroying us, each trial that we made it through seemed to make us stronger and more determined to stay in love, and stay together. Our love and marriage was truly magical. We grew to compliment each other, and fill each others' needs perfectly. We loved being together, and felt completely comfortable with each other, and communicated freely. Even when we had differing opinions, and couldn't understand why the other person felt as they did, we respected each other's beliefs. He had had diabetes since he was 9 years old, and it began to take its toll on him. He had a total of six eye surgeries to save his sight. He developed congestive heart failure, and we had to adopt a completely new lifestyle. He had to have one leg amputated, and then his kidneys failed. With many other problems and complications, his life became racked by pain and sickness. Yet, we persevered together, hand in hand, and thought that life would be all right as long as we were together. We both truly felt that we would rather walk a dark stony path together, than to live blissfully in a sunny garden without each other. But on 25 August, 2001, he was taken from me by the Lord, and I was forced to go on without him. Being his widow instead of his wife is a bitter pill to swallow, especially as our anniversary date approaches. But I am comforted by God's touch, and by my many memories of his love, and I know that I will see him again in Heaven.
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