OldManBear's Journal

The Fourth of July is they day that my divorce hurts me the most - not Christmas, nor Thanksgiving, nor even Valentine’s day.

Every Fourth of July Marie and I ordered a couple of pizzas, sat on the floor and watched POP Goes The Fourth on PBS. After we watched Keith Lockhart conduct the Boston Pops, we’d watch the fireworks over Boston Harbor as music played. We just sat and watched and held hands and I miss that so much it’s like a fresh amputation every time Independence Day comes around.

I loved her more than life itself and I miss her everyday, but especially today

To all my friends, please forgive me if I seem a little down today. I'll be better again tomorrow..