I will never forget the morning I was visiting my Aunt Jeanne and Uncle Al. The phone rang, it was for Al, so I went looking for him. Their bedroom door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open a little more about to call out my uncle's name when I saw them spooning side by side and sound asleep. She had crawled back in bed with him apparently after finding out she didn't have to go into work that morning. He died not too long after. That was about 30 years ago. She is now 86, never remarried, and still loves him as much as she did that morning.

Granny Faye and Lyman. They were my great aunt and uncle. Lyman was her second husband as her first, Troy, had died very young. Lyman was 10 years younger and it was quite the scandal at the time. Faye didn't care - she never cared what others thought. Loved that lady a lot! She got Alzheimers and he took care of her, even after she forgot who he was. The amazing thing was that after she had to go to a nursing home, he would go each day to have lunch with her and bring her a single red rose. I would go and see her every week or so, and each time she would ask me if I had met her new beau. She was referring to Lyman. When she finally died, he was gone too within a few weeks. He had advanced prostate cancer. No telling how long he was sick, but he never said a word to anyone. I think all he cared about was being with her.

As for me, I've been married to the same guy for 22 years. We've had some horrible times, between my PTSD, and he has issues of his own. He can be a royal d**khead when he wants to, and my knight in shining armor as well. We've fought, separated, gotten back together, and whichever of us goes first (please let it be me!), I'm sure the other will not be far behind. He is my best friend and my soul mate.