A Note form Shelly on Bruce's Birthday

Today my Bruce turns 62. Just a month ago we were planning to celebrate this day with a high five and say, "We made it!" After 5 years of living on savings it was, "Come on Social Security - We're "rich" again!" In reality, today marks 17 days apart. The longest Bruce and I have been away from each other before this was 10 days and we swore we would never go that long again - it was too painful.
Well, here we are. Happy Birthday my dear, dear Bruce! Today it's not about the money or the choices. Today your birthday is all about fighting. So fight! Fight, fight, fight. I need you. I love you. I miss you. And that is the worst pain I have today - of this whole accident - being away from you. When I sleep at night, I can feel you. When I pray, I can imagine you holding my hand. It's funny, but now even when I channel surf, instead of racing past "Bad Boys" hoping you didn't see it and ask me to stop, I watch it myself. Now it's something that connects me to you. When I look out the window, I wonder if you are looking out yours too. But I have peace that our new journey together will be fine. I just look forward to when we can share it together.