Love and Helicopters
This year, I will have been married for 15 years. 15 years! After a rocky first marriage before I knew I deserved better, I met Roger and knew pretty close to immediately that he was the one. Luckily, he felt the same and here we are. 3 awesome kids, a wonderful life, lots of laughs and fun. We support each other. Always. Has it always been easy? Hell, no. Has it always been worth the fight? Hell, yes. My dad respected Roger. Roger looked up to and respected my dad. His death was just as hard on him, although he would never let me know it because he knows my pain is so deep in this. My dad had given Roger his full blessing one early morning before work in April of 2004 to propose. He consistently told me over these past years how good a man Roger is and how proud he was to watch our life together. My dad and I were always close. I used to hold his hand. A lot. It is one of my most special things to remember. On walks, sitting in church, laying next to him in his death bed. His hand...