Obviously, I have been off the blogosphere for quite a while, at least with my personal blog. There has been a lot going on with work, Karen's schooling, and trying, once again, to sell the house.
And, of course, the death of my mother-in-law. Pat was a dear friend, something most sons-in-law might not even think to say. But I remember the first time I met Pat and Bill. They had come out to meet me before I married their daughter. I had them over to my little apartment for dinner, and then Karen left us alone while she went to some kind of craft class. We were supposed to meet her later.
We were late. Because we lost track of the time. Because we were having so much fun just talking.
I'm sorry to have lost Bill in 1995 and Pat less than two weeks ago. But how much poorer I'd be had I never met them.