This year I thought it was not going to be like the last five years. Six years later…. This anniversary of the day Paul died. And then suddenly it was.
But at least this year I thought of a good thing to do in honor of the loving, funny, wise, strong, wonderful man who was my husband for 35 years.
I remembered the stories he told me about CARE shipments arriving to them in Hungary after WWII. They came from what people called Oo’shaw because that is how the letters USA are pronounced in Hungarian. And his family truly believed that this food saved them from starvation during the dire days and months after the war. We were a really generous people then, yes even with our holy tax dollars. We saved people’s lives. And they didn’t forget, many of them did not. They remembered and they told their children. And their children’s children.
So today I set up a small monthly donation for Care.org. In memory of Paul.
The photo is Paul at the head of the table at our cottage at Lake Chautauqua. What heart warming beautiful memories I have of the wonderful man who shared my life! And is still, in a different way, part of it forever.