Since Dick died last November Linda’s been
mostly inside. Yesterday she came outside.
My grandfather told me 55 years ago when I
was 8 and knew I was in love with Dick
my grandfather yelled don’t you dare marry that boy.
That’s what they told me about you my grandmother said.
Dick and I knew one another 63 years. I was 6 months old
when we met and he was 4. Our mothers were friends.
He always made me laugh. Even in the end
when he was in hospice and couldn’t
remember much he said let’s get married again Linda and have
some more babies. I don’t have those parts any more I told him.
That doesn’t matter he said. Let’s just do it now and see what happens.
And you know something? We did.