It hit me tonight just how much we shared, listening to Simple Minds playing Don't You Forget About Me. Remember how often that song played in our hotel room in Paris while we honeymooned on the Left Bank? I need to look at our journal from that trip tonight, I think.
Your boys would do you proud, I believe. Stephen has been in a stable relationship since his freshman year, far as I can figure. Brian has turned out to be a polite, intelligent young man, although he needs to date. Working on that.
I am dating a nice woman (a blonde, can you believe that?) who has three boys, so we have that in common. I still really wish on a daily basis that you were here with me. It is difficult to put 30 or so years behind me, but I do go on, tough as it is.
Brian and I are doing well at the house, and taking care of Mitch. I thought for sure he was a goner about 2 weeks ago, but that little shithead has more lives than a litter of cats. His goiter has burst, but that seems to have inspired him. I was all set to find him still and lifeless, but there are no graves to dig today. Or anytime soon, it appears.
I've dated several women since you left me alone, and four that I would consider serious relationships. One just faded away, one went on for a long while but wasn't going where I wanted and I guess I forced her away. The third was batshit crazy, but I didn't pick that up initially. Now on #4 and very happy. Not so sure I ever want to marry again...what if Jesus was correct and you meet all your wives in heaven? Then again, not much chance of that for me, but still...
I still prefer your family to mine, for the most part. Going on the Hofstad fishing trip this summer was special. Your boys made a special effort to connect with your dad and that was why I wanted to do the event. Time well spent.
Not to be morbid, but your gravesite is lovely. So glad you could rest near your Mom in the Lake Nebagamon Cemetary. I hope spreading part of your ashes on the shore meets with your approval; just seemed the right thing to do.
I still dream that you are with me. Not as often, but talking with my friend Olin, don't think that will ever end. I know that makes little sense to you, but it matters to me to put it into written form.
I will write again soon.
Your Dr. Woo