It is the occasion of our 26th wedding anniversary. Last year we were on a cruise to the Caribbean. This year, we just returned from Navarre Beach Florida so I guess that will have to do. Bev works at Citizens. I am working at Coosa. She will probably be asleep when I come home. I will probably be asleep when she leaves in the morning. I should be able to slip a note into her car for her to discover on her way to work. I might have time to look for her a little surprise for tomorrow night. I really don't know what to get her for this anniversary. I think the most suitable gift will be a promise of an evening out come next week when we are both off to enjoy it.
Mother and Bev went to Brookwood and saw Uncle Jean today. He looks wan and pale. I suppose that someone who was enduring chest pains due to blockages might have a right to look frail. This year was a milestone. 75 years of age. I don't think he ever believed he would live that long. Dad has been gone since 1984. So at the time, he was a young 53. Here I am a young 50 now. It seems very young. But dividing the life span into thirds, it seems for most of us that you have 25 years of growing up, then 25 years of being an adult, then 25 years old getting old. But lives like Dad and David and others show us that there is no guarantee. Any day might be the last. The next sharp pain might be the harbinger of doom. But as the quote says, all we have is this moment.