33 years ago today I married my late husband. It was a beautiful day. I forgot to do everything. Classic ADHD procrastination and avoidance of doing the thing because too many steps. At least my dress was made on time. The church was booked a week beforehand, next door to my grandparents. I didn’t even know the minister or the denomination. But it was the same building my parents were married in. Years later we talked about having a hand fasting at out 25th but he didn’t make it past 23. My mom had to get the cake the morning of the ceremony because I forgot there was supposed to be cake. Who does that? We didn’t even have a topper. I guess I was afraid of scaring him away because that had happened before with other boyfriends and a fiancé. My roommates are taking me to dinner tonight. In honor of our memories. They came into my life 3 years after his passing but they all would have got along.