remembered and loved

Today I'm remembering and celebrating the 30 years I was lucky enough to have with Diane. It's hard to believe it's been a whole year since we said goodbye. Well, kind of said goodbye. I mean...I'm pretty sure after that piece of Venetian glass she brought back from Italy for me years ago smashed to pieces earlier this year while Katie was dusting the dining room, I heard her voice quietly saying, "Hellooo-o...just making sure you're not forgetting about me." Then later, "Crap. Tell your nanny I'm sorry."

I still miss her tons, but now with a smile instead of a tear.