HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MY LOVE

“A church full of people stood silently by  and let me marry him,” I mutter under my breath, a dramatic eye roll directed at the full-fledged idiot I once thought to be the perfect man.

That was forty years ago today. I have no idea where the time has gone but I can still feel the butterflies racing around inside me as I waited to walk down that aisle. At the time, it was the second longest aisle in the city. I wasn’t nervous at all about the marriage part, only that this elaborate celebration would go smoothly.

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FINDING JOY

September 1 ,2019

“Find your joy,” they say, “You have to stop worrying.”

Good advice, but how exactly does one do that? What brings joy to one person might aggravate the hell out of another.

Some folks find peace in yoga or meditation.  Some prefer long walks, or the opposite, running.  Some knit, scrapbook or binge watch Netflix.  Many find cooking therapeutic, something I’ll never understand, though I fully appreciate the products of their labors!

There are countless ways for one to disconnect from his or her stressful world.

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LETTER TO MARY

It has to be around here somewhere, hidden among stacks of papers,  photos and slides that tell the story of your life.

You must have been in your early twenties when those beach pictures were taken.  You were so young and beautiful, smiling in your shorts and tied up shirt. Flipping through them, I can almost feel the summer sun and sand on my skin.

There are black and white snapshots of you and Dad in the early days of your marriage, beginning with your wedding day and then holding your babies.  Dad had hair that seemed to get thinner as more of us came along.

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WELL, GLAD TO BE DONE WITH THAT!

May 18, 2017

That’s it….they’re gone, along with the cancer.

Surgery was two days ago and all went well.  There was no sign of disease in  lymph nodes and pain is minimal.

When I say minimal, I really mean ZERO.  It amazes me that they removed a part of my body…well, two parts, really….and I didn’t even need a Tylenol.  Nurses came in and asked about pain level on a scale of one to ten and I was hard pressed to express any at all.  They tell me that’s fairly normal, unless I move my arms too much.  Then all bets are off.

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