A year ago today I was undergoing a revision on a left hip replacement that had initially been done in 1997, at age 37, due to dysplasia.
Tori, as always, was by my side.
9 days later she would collapse at home.
4 days after that she died.
I've been looking back through a journal I've kept and came across this from months ago:
"Cherish every moment and every person in your life, because you never know when it will be the last time you see someone."
I was so thankful of her being with me at the time of the surgery.
I just, obviously, had no idea that it would be the start of a 13 day countdown to losing her.
The next 13 days will be especially tough but I'll get through them.
The year of firsts will be coming to an end shortly.
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