Today is St. Patrick's day. For most people it's nothing more than an excuse to drink green beer and Irish Whiskey, eat corned beef and cabbage and be Irish for a day. For me its something a little different. Today marks what would be my 14th anniversary of marriage to an amazing girl who changed my life in more ways than I can count. Neither of us was 'pure' Irish, bit we both had a significant amount of it in common so we seized on this day to have our wedding. We have matching tattoos, a very cool celtic knot design of a four leaf clover. She got hers on her ankle where everyone could see it, mine is on my chest, close to my heart where I will keep her always. We made it through a lot of life together in the almost 13 years we were married and we planned on having many more great adventures. We had talked about going to Ireland for this anniversary, begun saving for it. Well, Life has other plans sometimes. The savings got spent last year when the kids and I flew down to Illinois to bury her. It was a freak accident, something that shouldn't have happened, but it did. I've spent the last year in mourning. It wasn't until last week, the one year mark of the day that she died that I looked into the sky and saw the Northern Lights above me that I finally knew it was alright. I can't see my wife anymore, but I know she's still there, standing beside me, encouraging me to move forward with my life, to spend it living and striving to become something better than I already am, just like she always has. I love you, Glenda, and I miss you and always will. If I do manage to do great things it will be because of you. Happy Anniversary!