I have to tell Carol about that

It has been over 20 months since the ambulance came and took my wife away for the last time. Even after that long, it amazes me that I still see or hear things that I think to myself - "oh man, I have to tell Carol (my wife's name) about that. A former boss, friend, and somewhat of a mentor of mine passed away late last year. I just heard about it within the past weeks. The first thing I thought of when I heard was telling my wife, and how amazed she would be.

My wife was from South Florida (by way of the Pittsburgh area, but from age 4 a Florida girl), the Ft. Lauderdale area to be exact. We made many, many trips from N.C. (where I am from, and where we lived as a couple for most of our marriage) to the Ft. Lauderdale area over the years. Then as her mother and a daughter of ours moved to Central Florida - to I-4 and to the Orlando area. I still make the trips to Central Florida quite often. I am writing this from that area, already my second trip this year.

The reason I bring that up is I am very familiar with the wonderful "Main Street East Coast" - I-95, at least from Richmond, Va to Miami. The first trip I took to Florida as a teenager was before most of I-95 was there. As my wife and I made the trips over the years we saw more and more of the highway being completed until it was done (not counting all construction - that never ends!). I know a lot of the exits, a lot of the scenery, a lot of the attractions. I have regular exits that I frequent on my travels. So, when I see something new and interesting it stands out. But as on today's trip, one of my first thoughts is - "I have to tell Carol about that."

So, Carol - you should have seen what I saw! And, David Moore died in late November.

I guess I'll just keep "telling" her. Miss you.