Today has been so hard, it's been hard since the 14th. I still can't believe it he's gone. Cancer took my husband, my best friend, my anime/Manga buddy. We talked about One Piece theories, what the One Piece is, the end of One Piece, etc.
We watched the anime, read the Manga, we beat One Piece Pirate Warriors 3 and 4 together, I dressed up as Law, my husband and son dressed up as Luffy. I even liked watching One Piece theories on YouTube, my husband would always tease and say: "Once One Piece ends, these guys won't have a job anymore." LOL.
There was sooo much we wanted to see together. I'm glad he got to see Imu, him and I both LOVE biblical accurate angels. When they showed Imu on the pyramid, we both said: "OMG!"
God, I'll never to get to talk him about One Piece, or any of the other shows/Mangas we were following. I'm glad we got to watch/read Demon Slayer, Dr. Stone, Naruto/Boruto, The Promised Neverland, etc. Together. He let me talk his ear off about all kinds of theories I came up / followed religiously. He watched me play soooo many different types of games / anime games, he even let me show him One Piece Grand Battle for the GameCube. "
"One Piece Grand Battle was peak! I know Unlimited World Red, Burning Blood, Pirate Warriors, etc. Are better with better graphics, but Grand Battle had soul!" ( My dumbass said this ) he just nodded and agreed. He always did what I wanted, I was - I am so blessed.
Forever 49. Baby, I don't know if I'll ever recover from this emotionally. Some days are okay, some days I'm just so mad at life. We did things the right way, good job, paid our taxes, 2 cars paid off, nice roof over our head, a beautiful son, we didn't steal from anyone - most would say we would give away the clothes off of our backs if needed. Yet somehow, we drew the shorter stick.