Today I turned 50 and Ken wasn't here to enjoy my mom's Black Forest Cake. It was the one exception he made to sugary treats.
I wanted him to share
my day. I wanted him to be here to tell my mom how good the cake was and hope she'd send the leftovers home with us.
There is a hole in my heart that Ken used to fill. I think that hole
will always be there now. I love and miss him so much it hurts.