This was a day of missing Sandi. It’s the 13th, and 13 was always our number. We got married on the 13th of the month in the year 2013 at 13 o’clock.

Plus, Sandi was a witch. Either you get it or you don’t. I was about to go to bed without having made any entry for today. You know, maybe give myself a little break. It’s frickin’ Saturday!

So yeah, i was missing Sandi. I was missing having my friend here with me … my love … but not to be. Everything is temporary. I know that’s a lyric from the Sundays, but i don’t know where else it’s from — and right now I don’t feel like freaking asking Google. (and don’t even get me started with ChatGPT.)

Of course I was missing Ojo too. The photos program on my iPhone made me a little Ojo video yesterday, i think … it was very sweet … of pictures from 2024.

Just keep getting up every day: Ignore the losses. Ignore the defeats. Just keep going as best you can. Don’t listen to the haters. I hope you have a good voice inside you that you can listen to. I don’t think the voice inside me was always very good; it is now, but it took some discipline.

Love takes discipline. That’s what I learned in marriage. Not some abstract, romantic view of love; but a practical one.

I hope you find love out there, my friends. Even if only from yourself.