I find myself doing a lot of reminiscing. Perhaps this is my way of trying to grasp and grab hold to every moment and the very essence of my husband. Thus, I have been looking at old pictures, posts, and emails. I recently came across an email Kenneth sent me one time after we had an argument. Listen, we loved each other tremendously. We were each other’s biggest fan. We laughed HARD everyday. We always made it over to the other side of conflict. Nevertheless, we trailblazed

With so many decisions to make, so much to tend to, and the absence of the one who influenced my decisions the most, I ask myself this question at least 50 times a day: “What would Kenneth do/say/like/think?” In the store: “Should I get this dress? ...No. He would say it looked frumpy.” “This one? Mmmmm. Flattering, trendy, but modest...Yes. That is the one.” I perceive his thoughts, reactions, and emotions to everything. I think, “See. He would have found this so hilarious.”