Today it is two weeks since Cheryl died. I still think of her in the present tense. I suppose to me she is. This morning as I talked to my sister on the phone, she is home now after the funeral service, I told her about my rediscovery of a couple tubs of reminiscence on the shelf in our storage area. The letter that was clearly visible, albeit, upside down in its placement in the tub attracted my attention.

After we finished chatting I took the tub down to look at it and its contents. Inside was a black and white picture of Cheryl in her wedding dress that had been submitted to the Miami Valley Press in 1970. It had been returned to Mr. & Mrs. Paul J. Weisgerber at our residence in Oxford, Ohio. It cost eleven cents to mail. It is a good memory.

I hope she never quits talking to me and directing my attention to things around me. (And smile pictures I did not know I have.)

Carpe Diem