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Thursday, February 01, 2007
2/1/2007



7 Years ago today, I woke up in Hawaii. Sabrina and I walked out the back door of our hotel and onto Waikiki Beach at about 8am. We rented 2 Hammocks and spent the next 4 hours or so alternating between lying in the sun and walking in the ocean.

Sometime shortly after noon we went to our room to get ready for our big day. For me that meant a shave and a shower and put on the tuxedo. For the lady, well they need a couple of extra hours…..

It was easy to pass the time I remember because the Michigan/Michigan State basketball game was on. That’s one of the strange things about Hawaii, the 6-hour time difference.
By 4pm, we were dressed and outside in a little tropical garden, with a little waterfall, where we met Reverend Abigail. By 4:30 we were married, and what a wonderful marriage it was. Over the next 6 years, 1 month and 20 days, Sabrina and I enjoyed tons of laughs, mountains of joy, incredible friends and family and the comfort of unconditional love. We also had more than our share of pain, stress and the hardships that come with fighting cancer.

I think of my Sabrina every day, but a little bit more this day. I remember that no matter what we faced, we always knew that as long as we had each other we would be just fine.

Happy anniversary Peanut (I often called her Peanut).

Rest well.
5:46 PM

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