I've decided that it's time to let you all know that GH's real name is John. I usually called him Goose, a habit that started early on in our relationship under circumstances I no longer remember. He called me Goose, too, which sometimes made things confusing to other people, but not to us.
For the past few months, John and I had been in the habit of ordering pizza on Friday nights. Throughout his illness, pizza was the one food that reliably sounded good to John, plus it's easy and cheap and easy and cheap. We'd call in the order just before feeding the babies so that it would be ready for pickup just after they went down.
My mom's still here helping me, and she and I decided to carry on with the pizza tradition. We'll light John's candle and eat our pizza and watch our movie. We're going to watch Invincible. I'm a sucker for the inspirational sports movies, and it was one that GH put in our Blockbuster queue before he died.
It won't be the same without you, Love, but I know you'd want me to carry on