This is Travis. He’s my soul mate. He’s my BEST friend. If I didn’t have him in my life, I’d be lost. He’s everything to me. I’m so grateful that God gave him to me. Travis is a Police Officer. I try not to think about what I would do if he were to die at work. What good does it do? If I worry, I’m just sad. Life is dangerous. There have been more deaths at the Mill near us than in the law enforcement here. So we have a deal. We don’t leave eachother without the last thing we said being I love you. Life is what will happen. Worry is what will keep you from enjoying the good parts. I don’t want to have something happen to Travis and THEN realize I missed out on so many good times because I was worrying. So I don’t. Still. There are times when he tells me about things at work that remind me how close he is everyday to being gone. THEN I cry. Because THAT’S when I let my mind think about life without him. It’s a strange feeling. We SHOULD all have it. We are all on the edge of dying. Not to be morbid, but we are. It’s just not so obvious to everyone else. I’m trying to live my life as if the last time I see someone may be the last. Not to focus on the negetive of that, but on leaving them knowing I won’t have regrets if I never see them in this life again. Travis is doing what he loves. It’s a job he was made for. I know and he knows it. He’s great at it, and I love that he does it. My Friend, My Soul Mate. He deserves to love what he does.