is our anniversary, The blizzard of '78... it's quite the story. Murray and I survived that awful and frustrating weekend.

It's my first anniversary without him. He's not here to laugh and/or cry about our crazy wedding.

I miss having him near by. Another first without him.

Sometimess I feel so lonely. I have friends who call. Mike and family and I get together for dinner frequently. I still feel lonely, sad, frustrated.. It's hard.

I put one foot in front of the other every day.