Later in the afternoon I played nine holes of golf at Brookside in Saline. It was busy, and a young man caught up with me and played along the last six holes. He is in his second year as a dental student at UM, and his mother is a guidance counselor in Adrian. She was widowed eleven years ago, and it was interesting to talk with her son about how she has adjusted. As he put it, "she's beginning to have fun again." Let's see; in 11 years I'll be how old. . .? Anyway, he was an absolutely delightful young man, and he could hit a golf ball a mile. As I was leaving a young couple arrived. My mind always takes me way back to when Gwen and I would enjoy doing things like that together. Now it seems like it all happened so quickly, but there were layers and layers of years of good times spent together. It's another of those things that I would never have anticipated would happen after Gwen's death--that incessant longing for a time in our life when love was all that mattered. It sounds kind of corny to say that, but the pain is real.
Yesterday morning, on my way home from my visit with Dave, I had breakfast at an Ann Arbor landmark, Angelo's Restaurant. Whenever Gwen and I had a meal there it was special and we really enjoyed it:
It's good to feel your presence, Dear, in all those places we enjoyed. You always knew the right thing to say.