Here it is again. June 28th. This year would be thirty-eight years since the day we met. I’ll celebrate again like I have every year since you took your place in the stars five years ago.

I’ll pick up a tall, iced cappuccino to honor our anniversary tradition and I’ll head down to the riverside park where you first smiled and said hello and changed our lives.

The last four years, as I watched the condensation bead and roll down the side of the cup, I felt tears of sadness being separated from you.

This year feels different though. When I see the droplets coursing down the cup, I’ll know you are seated next to me remembering the life and good times we shared for thirty-three years, content to know we are moving forward together: me here and you at my side in spirit.

Happy Anniversary.