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The Dead Husbands Club
You don’t need to be married to appreciate this, but if you are…
This isn’t really a story about love and loss.
It’s about the fear of losing the person you love the most and what happens when that fear becomes a reality. It’s a story about the power of love and how it can sustain us through anything.
But more than that, it’s a true story.
Every last word of it…
My wife and I went to a local bar with some friends the other night. It’s become one of our Monday night fun rituals. It’s a super cool, exclusive hotel bar that happens to be right next door to us.
So yeah, no need to drive or valet the car for this night out.
One of our friends reserves an oversized ole’ couch for us. It’s this plush, leather monster that has pillows strewn all around. It’s in the shape of an “L.” All seven to nine of us can scrunch in it as we wait.
We wait because at 7 pm the live music starts.
Tonite was a classical guitar player. I forget his name, but he was obviously a Hispanic fella. He looked like he knew his way around a guitar, you know, like in a Gypsy Kings kinda way.
