My first wife, Pam, died on a Tuesday,
At the time, I noticed a similarity to the events of 9/11/01.
Those events took place on a Tuesday,
the 11th of that month,
and all the TV stations kept re-playing the video
of the plane hitting the tower,
and each tower collapsing,
until the following Friday, the 14th.
Pam died on a Tuesday,
the 11th of that month,
and her funeral was the following Friday, the 14th.
I am happily remarried,
and I have not been fixating on the day of her death,
ten years later.
But as I was setting the clocks one hour “spring forward,”
on the 11th,
I remembered Pam,
then I remembered it was on a Tuesday,
and I was too tired that day,
too tired to write anything here,
so I am posting this now,
on a Tuesday,
and pretending this is sort of the ten year anniversary of her death.
Pam and I met on the 29th of October, 1972,
we got married on the 29th of October, 1977.
She died more than 30 years later,
on the 11th of March, 2008.
Some of the most painful memories are the memories of the period between
June of 2003,
when I was told she was certainly dying,
and March of 2008,
when she finally died.
Bitter sweet?
Have you heard that term?
Moments of quality time, eating out together,
our 30th anniversary party,
where she was barely able to speak, to smile.
Sometimes I look at old pictures of her, smiling.
Well, it’s time to take a shower, and get to bed,
and snuggle with my second wife, Tonia.
Tonia has type 2 diabetes, fairly severe.
She already had cancer removed, in 2014.
She already had a heart attack, and had a stent installed, in 2015.
Life is bitter sweet again.
But mostly sweet.
Tonia seems so lively,
and we are making plans to get our own house.
We are living with her brother, and his wife, and their baby, for now.
The baby is so very robust and strong,
only one year and one month old,
but so big and so strong.
She makes life sweet for all of us.
Thanks for reading.
Go to those you love, right now, if you can,
and give them a hug and a snuggle for me.
Okay?