Good morning, dear ones, Today is one month since my darlin’ has been gone. I feel that I am doing okay. And feeling reflective.   I really feel like we had a terrific last year of his earthly life, despite covid and his illness. Bret was diagnosed with the recurrence of his cancer on May 26, 2020 and two months later, on July 26 our daughter and son-in-law were married in a very small, beautiful wedding near our home.  Bret had a sickly summer, but he walked his daughter down the aisle (albeit short aisle) and was able to enjoy the day with a masked, socially distanced gathering. During the autumn, our family was able to spend a long weekend at a lakeside house on Chautauqua Lake, NY, and Bret and I went to Florida in mid-December, coming home to spend Christmas with our family. There was no sitting around, moping and whining. He took every ache and pain like just an annoyance. To celebrate our 39th Anniversary, we packed up 10 days worth of tpn (his intravenous nutrition) and medication, and all of the medical extras, and headed to Myrtle Beach. Nope cancer was not going to ruin our travels.  I think covid was more of a deterrent than the poison in Bret’s gut. We were both immunized which allowed us to make a trip to Michigan to see my folks in April. It had been a really long time since we’d been there. And I am rambling……. My point is that my Bret truly fought cancer, but never stopped enjoying life and the things he loved. I can’t count the many times he was out golfing with his buddies and our son. (Although he never threw a score card away so I could probably figure it out) He never stopped working either. His laptop was a permanent fixture in his hospital rooms and in his office here at home. It was good for him, gave him a sense of normalcy and exercised his brain. All of these things made it “easy” to care for Bret and his many needs. I had a terminally ill husband who never gave up hope. Our life was changed a little, so what.