September 7, 2025

Nov 4

September 7, 2025. What should’ve been one year married and forever to go. Instead today marks exactly 3 weeks, 21 entire days without you. The start of milestones, celebrations, and holidays without you. I miss you Jason, it’s that simple. Life without you doesn’t feel real. I wish you were here. You should be here.

We were going to rent that Porsche 911 Turbo S - the one we had rented for the wedding day, that canceled on us last minute. We said it’s ok, we will do it for our first anniversary next year. We were supposed to get that joy ride. I never fathomed you leaving this world before we’d make it to our first wedding anniversary. I thought if we learned the cancer was terminal we would get more time, we’d get to push that “f**k it button”, like you called it. But there was no time, and no pushing that button. At the end of April, when the immunotherapy stopped working, the doctor said on average people get 1-2 more years, but there was hope in the trial and so much more time. You got less than 4 months from that appointment. It doesn’t make sense and I’m here today, without you, the person who was my entire world, hope, dreams, and future. I hope in heaven you are mountain road cruising with the angels in the gorgeous car of your dreams. Here’s to you, and to us. Today without you on earth hurts.