My wife has
kept me grounded for thirty-five years.
We still hold hands at night in bed as we fall asleep.
She is Wicca
or Pagan and celebrates the seasons. Her
favorite season of the year is Halloween.
She has a broom
that was made by an artisan in Appalachia Tennessee; it has a handle of
sassafras and she always decorates it to the season.
We have two cats, but the young (Kliban) Coon
cat is definitely her familiar.
I was a hard
case, on the highway to hell when she agreed to come with me – and I have never
understood why.
We have lived in a
remote farmhouse with no plumbing, water or electricity while we attended
college; we have traveled to Alaska twice, for a total of eleven years teaching
school in the remote Indian and Eskimo villages;
we have shared
multiple-lifetimes of adventures during our time together; and I can truly say
that the thirty-five years I have been with her is the only quality time of my
70++ years.
And if there
were eternity
I’d love her
there again
the Ol’Buzzard
