Today is our wedding anniversary. It would have been our 38th. I still miss you so much, even now, three years after you passed. This picture was taken at one of the NYC Central Park ponds. It was an unusually warm day for that time of year. We celebrated your birthday with dinner at the top of the World Trade Center.
When my job of 26 years went to New Jersey, we were more or less forced to go with it. If we didn’t, my pension would have been only half of what it has been for the last 24 years. It would be the first time I had ever lived outside of Indiana.
Those four years were my the best career time of my 30-year corporate life. I was finally in the job I always dreamed of, even if I had to wait 25 years for it to be created. My work efforts were very appreciated by my customers and the bean counters who track the profits produced. But, the longer I lived in the area, the more I wished I was back home in the Midwest.
It was the opposite for you. The longer we lived there, the more you loved taking the train into the Grand Central Terminal and acting as a tour guide for all your extended clan who came to visit.
Happy Anniversary, my dear…
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