Today the love of my life would have been 86.

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Good morning, friends. Today it is a day of memories for me. Today he would have been 86. But it was not to be. My husband died very young, when he was 61 years old. He was a wonderful man and he kept his promises. In fact, the only big promise that he did not keep was to die after I did. He had been ill for a long time. His illness, then, did not even have a name and much less a cure. Now, 24 years later, you can keep it under control with a pill every morning. Such is medicine. There are advances but they are only at the beginning. Today my granddaughter sent me a link that appeared online. He was a famous Chilean soccer player when he was young. His team is still called here "the blue ballet" because the shirt of their team was blue. And when Chile went to play for the world cup to England (1966) most of the players that were selected to play for Chile belonged to his team. But I wasn´t so much interested in football (soccer). I loved him because he was generous and caring with everyone. I was lucky to be his wife. I gave a party for his last birthday and he said nobody would come. One of his chums begged me to do it at lunch time as they were old. I accepted but worked a lot in the kitchen, not knowing how much so many men would eat. Our friends arrived at a little after noon. We had a barbecue, snacks later on, coffee and sweets, cake, dinner and those "old men" left at around 3 AM the next day. My husband was very happy. It was to be his last party. Happy birthday, sweetheart!