Here’s Christi and I with our youngest son, Joe. The year was 1981. We were about 70 years old back then living in Cupertino, the Silicon Valley. The picture was taken at a happy moment when all our family was at the house. It was to be our last happy moment.
It was a cancer the doctors said. It started in her kidneys and was spreading like wildfire throughout her body, and there was no way to stop it.
I could see her getting weaker week by week.
Eight months later she breathed her last.
That was nearly twenty years ago.
I expected to go first. I certainly did enough things and gone through enough things in my life to deserve that, but I am not in charge. So, I wake up each morning thankful for the new dawn and for the things I had yet to do.
After the grieving, I moved away. I bought a house in Paso Robles, and then I sold it. I finally settled down here in Mexicali, where my life and memories began, the only place that felt like home.
