Today would have been my 27th wedding anniversary. I don't know when, if ever, you stop counting them after your spouse passes away, but I've been dwelling on this day all month. I don't really understand what it is about marriage, but something happens when you say "I do" that transforms two individual people into a couple; two halves of a whole. People will argue that, but I think they're just in denial. Even if you drift apart through the years, even if your feelings completely change for each other, that connection will always be there. When the couple is torn apart, especially by death, it leaves a big hole that will never be filled. You can shrink it a bit, but its never completely gone.
I came across this coffee cup at work a couple of weeks ago. It was one that Ken loved to use and kind of fits the situation and definitely fits the way he lived his life.