It has been five months since I posted the blog about my brother's death. I cannot explain my absence. It wasn't a 'slough of despair' that kept me away. Just a general torpor.
Above is a photo of my husband when he was in college. We have been together, despite some epic clashes, for a very long time. I cannot clearly remember who I was back then. Probably just as well. He always tells people 'we have a tempestuous relationship: I am temperate and she's the pest.' True enough.
There is an urban myth about a couple celebrating their 20th anniversary. He gives her 14 roses, one for each good year. She saves six and throws the rest in the garbage.
I had little notion of the woman I would become or he would be. I do remember standing outside the church and wondering whether we would make it. Next month is our 50th wedding anniversary. It boggles the mind.
