Who gets to walk the Bride down the Aisle when Dad is Dead?

First of all, this was a spectacular day!  Our baby girl got married to a terrific guy in August.  We were all so happy.

And I was very very very emotional (there aren't enough very's in the world).  I felt Mike's presence.  He was there.  And he walked her down the aisle.  Figuratively.  Literally.

Our eldest son got the honor of walking his sister down the aisle.  The youngest son managed to sneak some of his dad's ashes into a ziplock bag and then into the pocket of the eldest.

Some people thought it was kind of sick.  You really need to be a widow to understand.

The Major Birthday party that wasn't

On Monday, May 12, Mike would've turned 60.  He would not have been happy about it.  And I probably would have been a real ass and gave him a big party.  But the day passed.  No fanfare.  No phone calls.  And finally, early in the evening, I posted a little blip on Facebook.  That's it.  Happy 60th.