Happy Birthday Tom

Today is my husband's birthday.  He would have been 79 this year but he died too young, almost eight years ago.  I miss him, we had planned to grow old together but plans don't always work out the way you expect.  I do believe that some how, some way we will be reunited, at least in spirit, in life beyond this one.  In the meantime I cling to the vision of one of my granddaughters who decide some years ago that Papa is a guardian angel by now with a diamond sparkly halo as big as a hula hoop, because that's how much we loved him.