April 9, 2004
Strange evening. The Last Supper. On Good Friday. How utterly perfect. We had dinner tonight and spoke of fond memories during the sixteen years we shared a life together. Nothing sad spoken. Bad memories banished from the conversation. Many good times were had in those snippits of time long past, but the best part is the seed that he planted fourteen years ago that I will cherish for eternity. Our daughter, Melissa. There's a reason for everything and she must be it! So a toast to her dad, my soon to be ex-husband. I couldn't a done it without ya!