Reminders pop up when you least expect them.

His job largely informed our way of life.  He was on the road as often as he wasn’t, and hotels were “home” if I was in them.  I’m watching all these news stories of the storms in Ohio and further east, and seeing on Facebook how many people’s husbands are heading out to get the lights back on (and a/c) for everyone who’s without power.  It reminds me why he got into the job in the first place – he always had to have a job where he gave back.  It reminds me how excited he was to get called out on storm work, how much he was looking forward to that call.

I suppose it reminds me how special he was – that he chose this career not many people can do, and those who do it give it their all.  It reminds me how characteristic it was of him to automatically do what was right, regardless how much he’d whine about it to me.  It’s one of my favorite things about him, this big, burly guy, quietly doing what needs done for the people he loved.

And I'm still so very, very proud of him for that.  I have to believe that he knows that.