With a heavy heart and mind I am trying to find the right words to say, so bear with me if my words do not come out correctly. I received a phone call late Friday night with words that nobody ever wants to hear. My husband Steve of eleven years and the love of my life had suddenly passed away of natural causes. We have spent so much time together and apart. We met at a very young age of 13 years old in the front of my mom and dad’s garage. I may have walked by with a little swagger. Ha ha!! Steve told me that day, they we were going to be together someday with each other and look at that, we did it!! He drove semi for years and I was able to be lucky enough to ride with him for five years. Oh, the people we met along our travels. I will be forever grateful for!! I may not be able to remember all our names, but I see your faces when I think of those times. Oh goodness the memories we made with each other. So many precious memories we created with each other. I will treasure all of them so much. So many laughs and many truck stop stops, so many stops! Although, we always could not be together. Even when he was driving semi, we still managed to be together in some sense of the world. Nothing is making sense right now so I am currently trying the best I can. Any help anyone is willing to give would be greatly appreciated.
