He’s been on my mind lately – maybe because the 20^th anniversary of his death is approaching.   Maybe because he was my first love.  Or perhaps because of the way our lives went with so many unresolved issues when he died.   We were married for 23 years, from the time we were eighteen and twenty, until he passed away when he was forty-one.  I wish I could say that they were glorious and happy years, but for all the joy we shared, much of our life together was interrupted by his…