That day was March 1, 1984, when my dear wife, Ruth, went to be with the Lord. It was a day of tremendous shock to me and my family. Although she had a history of high blood pressure, and was under the care of a doctor, the seriousness of her condition was not made known to me at that time. If I had known the facts, our retirement lives might have been somewhat different.
When I did retire from the corporate world, I anticipated many years of togetherness to enjoy our home, our growing family, and opportunities to travel. We did travel to Florida during the winter months and that was pleasant to both of us. Do you know what northerners do when they travel "thataway?" In the morning, after breakfast, they sit around the motel pool talking about the winter up north, then it is time for a light lunch, followed by a nap. Later in the day, they travel to the restaurant that offers the best "early bird apecial" meal. Back to the motel for some T.V. watching and off to bed, exhausted.
Near the end of our second week, dear wife had a relapse of sorts, but after a trip to the emergency room, all appeared to be O.K. We did move to a first floor apartment, which pleased her immensely.
More, later.
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