It is hard to believe that it has been four years since my ex-husband and good friend Philip Lucero passed away. As the time passes, I think of him often. Phil's favorite song, Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones, still brings a tear to my eye. At the time of his passing, Phil's friends and relatives may have wondered why I held vigil at the hospital with our son Jared and why I was included in the guest list at his memorial service. At least one of his friends made his disapproval obvious (you know who you are). Although our marriage did not last, our friendship endured. Phil was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, and he was a loving parent to our son, Jared. Over the years, we discussed our current relationships, loaned each other money, and worked together to raise our son. When he was diagnosed with cancer, I asked him to share my home as he was driving truck and had no permanent residence. Don't criticize what you don't understand. I don't think anyone in this world misses Phil as much as I do, except our son Jared.