I am a numbers person. The morning of 7/20/23 at 8:34, I walked in to find my husband peacefully lifeless. On 7/3/23 he ran a temperature of 103.9...we didn't know that THAT number would lead us to room 531 ICCU for 16 days.

I can't believe that at 49 I have to say goodbye my husband of 23 years and 11 months.

30 more days we would have celebrated our 24th anniversary. Six more months (to the day) we would have celebrated my 50th birthday.

Numbers usually bring me comfort...none of these number have.

Today is day one of living without my number one fan.