I am writing to you almost two weeks after your death on Jan. 20, 2013. In some way that I do not understand, I believe you will receive my message and smile. We were married in May of 1996 as Christians and received God’s blessing on our union. I was 73 years old then and you were not too far behind at 67. When I was very young and thought about the adults in my life, I pictured them as being old. Consider that our Social Security system became law during our childhood and was activated at age 65. After a wonderfully active honey-moon in Scotland and England (do you remember the Chelsea Flower Show?) we returned home and before our first anniversary had included our sloop Sea Star in our family. We, with your enthusiastic support, had plans in place to cruise along the east coast of our country and we did several times. We traveled to Greece and cruised the Aegean Sea, checked out Mexico, Atlantic Canada, and the Caribbean. By RV we were able to keep in touch with family and friends scattered throughout the USA. We apparently had not heard the story about getting old. All the while your adventurous spirit was front and center, always ready for our next challenge. I’m hard pressed to come up with a conversation or situation in our life together which evoked anger or regrettable words. Even after Alzheimer’s disease had put you in another world, our conversations together at the Gregory Wing of St. Andrews Village often and always included a whispered “I love you”. That is as true today as it was then –“I love you”- Scotty