On January 23, 1987...during one of the most snowy winters my Husband, My Best Friend, My Lover, My Confidant was taken away from me. Monday makes 25 years that he is gone from my life. I remember the good, the bad, and the beautiful in our relationship. Our Love Story wasn't always a straight run, it took many detours along the way; but we had one constance in it, actually three.. our children, and the fact that under all the clutter that life brings we always had true love.
In 1987 we would have celebrated our 23 Wedding Anniversary; and I remember Frankie telling me well next year we will be celebrating our 25th Silver Wedding Anniversary. That was never to be!
But tomorrow we will celebrate the 25th year of his departure into the spiritual realms. This date is not one of Joy; but sadness ~ and one that I can not wish away, or even ignore, for to ignore it, it would only pass by unnoticed. Believe me, Frank Joseph Procopio was not a person you could ignore...he was all heart and he lived life on his terms.
When he was around there was always laughter and music playing - LOUDLY! Our cars were always spotless, as was his Man Den, the garage. If something needed fixing .. he tinkered and behold it was new again.
There is so much more, but words can not say what is trully in my heart. But HEAR this, Frank I love you today as I did
yesterday. But I know you know that!
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