Today would have been the thirty-fifth wedding anniversary for Angi and me.

There has only ever been one woman who loved me so much that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.

And she did.

And she’s gone, these twelve-and-a-half years now.

Someone who still makes my life richer through treasured memories, two wonderful children and now three grandchildren, whom I love and embrace on her behalf as surely as for myself.

Over these dozen years without her, I’ve come to realize that the chances of lightning striking the same place in my heart now, with someone else, are vanishingly small … and that’s all right.

And that’s really all I’m able to say about that on December 27, 2025.