I can not believe I'm going to tell this here, but here goes.
I worked in a fast food place here in my hometown. I was good at my job, and I liked my co-workers. One day, this guy comes in with two ladies. One was clearly his mom. The other looked close to his age. He mentioned how he had worked there, or how he knew someone who had worked there, but I really can't remember. Well, after they got their food and sat down, a group of us were in the back, near the office area, and in the file cabinet was an old photo album of the restaurant. So I decided to take it out there and show it to him. I wanted to see if he knew anybody in it, and I wanted to try and make his girlfriend jealous. lol. She never got jealous. Oh well. I'm not pretty anyway. Fast forward to two weeks later. I'm making a drink for the customer in the drive-thru. When I hand it to him, I ask, "Don't I know you?" Turns out it was him. He reminded me of that day. We exchanged pleasantries, and before he left, he smiled at me. I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. A little later on, a co-worker tells me she knows him. They're friends, and he wanted to know if it would be okay for her to give him my phone number. lol. Such a sweet gesture. So, of course, I said yes. He called me up, and we went out on a date. We had our first meeting at the restaurant in November. Our first date was in December. In January of the following yea,r he took me to a local lake, and he asked me to marry him. I said yes. We were married and shared two wonderful years together. He passed from a blood clot. Died in his sleep. When you find it, you have to hold on with both hands. The pain is something I will never, ever get over. To this day, it breaks my heart. I tried to find love again. Thought I did. That's another story. I will never forget him. I will never get over it. You never know. So tell them you love them if you have someone in your life. Don't go to bed angry. Don't stay mad for too long because you never know how long you have with them. I'd give anything for one more day, one more conversation, one more hug, one smile. One more anything.
After we were married, there was a time when he lost his wedding ring. lol. My husband worked in a lab at a hospital. Medical lab tech. He was so smart. He would collect samples of whatever the doctors needed, run the tests they ordered, and then hand in the results. I was so proud of him. Well, I had some extra money before we were going on vacation, and I bought him another ring. I had this one inscribed on the inside. Smile for me. Oh my gosh, his smile melted me. Well, something had come up, I can't remember what, and he asked about the extra money he knew I had. I told him I didn't have it anymore. He wanted to know why, and I dodged answering. I wanted it to be a surprise. He lost his temper with me, said a few things he regretted, and when I finally told him why I didn't have the money, he felt so terrible. I still made him wait to get the new ring. lol. We fought. Of course we fought. All couples do, but he loved me. I know he did, and he never doubted my love for him. I knew he was sick. When we first started dating, he told me his dad had health problems, and he would probably have them to. He said he told me this because he wanted to make sure I knew this. I told him it was part of who he was, and I loved all of him. So when he got sick, I was there for him. Keeping track of doctor's appointments, going to the hospital when he was there, right by his side. It was New Year's Eve, and my family had come over for fireworks, pizza, and a movie. The fireworks were great. Of course. The pizza was spot on. The movie sucked. lol. We all hated it. At midnight, we toasted with grape juice and yelled Happy New Year. Then my parents went home. The next morning I got up and washed the glasses. My mom had brought them over the night before, and we were invited to dinner at their house that day. I was going to take them back. He told me I might have to go alone. He wasn't feeling well. From there, he got sicker. I had to call my dad to come help. I had to help him put on his shoes. He sat on the side of the bed, and I kneeled down int he floor, and helped him put on his shoes. We took him to the ER. Because of his health issues, they wanted to transfer him out of town, closer to his other doctors. I couldn't go. There was something going on, and he knew I couldn't go until the next day. He understood and was fine with it. We told each other we loved each other, and he said You go take care of what you need to. I called the next day. His mom said he was doing fine. At three that day, I called, and she asked me to call back in half an hour. They were with him, the doctors. It didn't set off any alarm bells. I called back, and she handed the phone off to someone else. This woman I don't know told me my husband had died half an hour ago. That was it. He was gone. My world has never been the same since. So please, if you have someone, tell them you love them. Don't think you have years. You may not have days. You may not have anything.