My late husband’s funeral is today. As those of us who knew him prepare to celebrate his life, I wanted to share with you the first photo ever taken of us, and the last.
I usually keep my private life pretty close to the vest when it comes to Twitter, but today my husband Phil passed away following a long battle with cancer.
I feel unmoored. You always think you have more time.
I rarely mention my husband (he’s not a Twitter person), but thought I would today on our 11 year anniversary. He tolerates my weird and spooky interests (obsessions?), and for that he’s a saint. Everyone say ‘Hi’ to Phil!
The note I wrote to myself before I started drinking:
“Don’t forget the ice cream & whipped cream when you leave!”
The only two things I am in charge of today.
Someday I plan to be coproprietor of a boarding house for aging spooky/esoteric homosexuals. This place needs a little work, but is definitely a contender. But does it have a secret underground lair? 🤔