Remembering 56 Years Ago
Fifty-six years ago, I married the love of my life. He is still my beloved husband, though he has spent the last ten years in heaven.
Fifty-six years ago, I married the love of my life. He is still my beloved husband, though he has spent the last ten years in heaven.
On Valentine’s Day, couples show their love for each other with gifts and celebrations. There’s no better of showing true love than by caring for a sick or disabled partner.
When I worked for the government, I suspected fraud by a contractor, but no one would listen.
There’s a great article on GodUpdates about a retired man who took a job as a school bus driver. He had been one of the top-rated FBI agents in the country and later the CEO of a large corporation. However, he said his job driving kids to school was as significant as those jobs, and … Read more
I’ve lived in a senior retirement community for over a year now. Our oldest resident is over 100, and many are in their eighties and nineties. Although canes, walkers, and wheelchairs are common, a surprising number of my friends here walk unassisted—not only within the building but also around the neighborhood. Most of us have … Read more
This afternoon, as a friend and I chatted in a sitting area of the retirement community, two other residents arrived and sat down near us. The lady started complaining about how unhappy she is. She doesn’t want to be here. She doesn’t like the food. Her apartment is too small. The cost is too much. … Read more
I’ve always wanted to be poised and graceful. Alas, that is not the case. I have always been a klutz. My husband used to tell me, “Be careful! You’re an accident looking for a place to happen.” One of my earliest memories shows my klutziness even as a preschooler. I grew up on a farm, … Read more
My late husband Jack and I dated more than fifty years ago, during a time when people wrote letters on paper and mailed them with a stamp in the Post Office. No expensive long-distance phone calls, no emails, no texts. Although I’m not much of a poet, through the months I was away at school, … Read more