Today is, was, would have been our 47 th wedding anniversary. I can’t even figure out how to say it. Is it still? Even without Mike is it still mine? Then is it still 47 or do I need to subtract out the three and a half years since his death. Everything is complicated like that. And he is not here to talk about these great questions with. He’s not here when I rolled over this morning and wanted to wish him a Happy Anniversary. He’s not here to bring flowers or sit across the table at dinner and see in his eyes as he sees in mine almost 50 years of history together. It feels disloyal to think about anyone else today. It feels so sad to have an anniversary alone.