Slices of Life

By: Jill Pertler

This week would have been 35 years for us. I thought we had 50 in the bag, but it wasn’t to be. The day still holds meaning for me. I suppose it always will. I hope so. So, I pay homage - alone.

I miss dancing in the kitchen.

I miss having someone to stand next to me in family photos. I miss you driving the boat and being our captain. I miss your catch phrases, like “Quite certainly this is the worst movie I’ve ever seen,” said one minute into any movie that didn’t immediately catch your attention.

I miss holding your hand. I miss telling you how to drive. I miss you bringing...