Today would have been our 44th Wedding Anniversary if Lisa hadn't lost her battle with cancer. On the day we were Married up on Long Island, all the weathermen were saying that the temperatures would be in the very low 30's F (around 0 C) with drizzle and snow showers on and off all day. They were wrong. The temperatures were in the mid-70's and the sun was shining all day.
After the ceremony and reception that was held at Lisa's Grandmother's house, we were given a ride to the Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge in Westbury. After having dinner in the Howard Johnson's Restaurant (when they found out that we just got married, they gave us each a glass of Sangria), we retired to our room for the night (you'll have to use your imagination to figure out what we did that night, all night). We didn't know it at the time, but there was a 50's Revival concert at the Westbury Music Fair, one of the first theaters in the round. Two doors down from us was BB King (he was sitting there, door open and with Lucille next to him) Other people in the hotel were the Dixie Cups, the Chirells and several others that I can't remember.
Today, I'm sitting in my room, alone and remembering the things that Lisa and I have done, the conversations that we've had, places we've gone to and the promises that I made to her before she passed away. I still have a hard time saying that she died. I'll tell people that she lost her battle with cancer, or that she passed away, or something along those lines. I miss her so much.