|Brenda at the helm.|
I seem to have lost my wife. I know we traveled to Illinois the last week in July for a week of sailing. Then I'm sure she was with me when we took the Amtrak and a bus to Madison, WI. We spent a few weeks seeing family, friends, doctors and a dentist. Let's see what else was there? Oh yeah, our son's house blew up and a tropical depression thought it might go mess with Wrinkles. I think this is where I lost Brenda.
I flew down to Punta Gorda to storm prep Wrinkles while Brenda stayed in Madison to help out Matt and Kelley any way she could. We have rarely been apart for more than three or four days in the past 35 years and I don't like it. Brenda is scheduled to fly back home to Wrinkles and me on Sunday. Well, Brenda will be there, but I won't. I am now in Columbus, Ohio so I can attend Aunt Lu's funeral. This amazing lady lived to be 102 years old. Karen, Peter, John and I will attend the service and celebrate her life this Sunday.
So now I am going to fly back to Punta Gorda on Monday to finally see my lovely wife again. Well, let's just hope nothing else decides to keep us apart any longer. There was a lady sitting right behind me on the flight to Columbus that was one of those marathon talkers. You know the ones, they barely take a breath for two hours and say, "I" a lot. Well she did say one thing that was worthwhile. She said, " Wouldn't it be nice to be in love like when we were 19 again?" It made me smile as I said to myself, "Yes, yes it is."