Sometimes I forget.
I forget how lucky I am to be sitting here, writing about my husband.
I forget that things could have been so much worse.
I forget that kids all over the world go to bed with only one set of goodnight hugs.
I forget that I am blessed to still have him.
I forget that people watch him talk about his survivorship, wishing he was their loved one.
I forget that this parade of survivors shrinks, and grows, daily.
I forget that the tears of happiness as i watch him walk by every year were once tears of fear, anguish, and hope.
But, I do not forget that I have loved people that survived for years, or months or days.
I do not forget that my husband's luminary is in honor of, instead of in memory of.
and i do not forget that we need all the help we can get to find a cure for this war.
Hubby is off getting his CTScan as i type. Praying that it may it be plain ol' boring normal again.