For those that follow me on social media, you have seen my announcement. Those who follow me here, it is with a broken heart that I share with you the loss of my husband, my soul mate, and the love of my life. Anthony and I had been together for over thirty-five years. We had become so conjoined in our lives it was difficult to see where mine ended, and he began. Now I search for my own identity with the dependent part missing.

Anthony was the type person we all have met at one time in our life. Everywhere we went, when he entered, the room lite up with smiles, fun, and laughter. He was the entertainer and the central focus where ever he went. Not in a selfish way, but he felt it was his role to bring happiness. When we attended church, it took ten minutes for him to make it to our pew. He stopped, greeted everyone, and gave his hugs. He would say, “Many of our congregation members live alone, and the only hug they receive is the hugs they got when they came to church. I’m going to make sure everyone gets their hug.”

Anthony was an organist at a professional level. His forte was Theater Organ although he also played at our church. In our home is a large theater organ and I had the joy of listening to him play daily. He played with passion and emotion and made his music resonate throughout our home. Anthony was at his happiest when he played his show tunes.

My life was so enriched from the day I met him. Life does move on, but at this time I don’t understand how. I take each hour and each day attempting to absorb and accept my loss. What does bring me comfort are the stories my friends share how he brought happiness into their lives. God blessed me with a man who was full of love, and he unselfishly gave it to all he met.

My weekly post on sharing my book will take a sabbatical. I will pop in periodically to view and make comments. I thank you for your support, and I ask for your prayers.

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