When your spouse dies, your last anniversary was your last anniversary. You don’t know when you are celebrating that last one. The number of years you were married just stops. The goal of making it to 30, 40, 55 years dies too. I realized a few days ago I would never have another anniversary with David. We would only ever be married for 25 years. That is it. We will never achieve those wedding anniversary milestones that some are lucky enough to see. What would I celebrate on September 18th? The years I would have been married had cancer not cut our time short? Or maybe I could now celebrate what we did achieve. We grew up together. We struggled together. We made an incredible child together. We had a good life together. We fought cancer together. We were together…until the end.