Carlton and I never made much of birthdays or holidays.
But we had a fantastic time along the way.
Every day was a gift, especially during his last year, when we finally understood that nobody is promised tomorrow.
As a widow, my spouse never ages.
So Carlton is still 79.
He rides his bike every day, plays singles tennis three times a week, and continues to nudge me gently in a better direction.
Note to Carlton:
You wouldn’t believe what has happened since you moved on to the next level.
It feels like we are stuck in a Kabuki drama.
Or maybe a really bad production of Waiting for Godot.