Carlton and I never celebrated 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 gently nudges me in a better direction.
I am struggling to accept the new America. I often wonder what Carlton would say about these times. The new America is wearing me out.