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Life is a collection of losses, one after the other. 

3 years ago on this night you walked over and kissed me before collapsing onto the floor.  It would have been a great story to tell our children, to laugh at at our wedding, and to reminisce about in the winter cold.   But I lost all the reasons, somewhere along the way.

I did not expect anger to come up at any point in time, but it has. Maybe this is a natural part of the process.