In the wee, small dark hours before dawn on January 3rd, the light of my life was extinguished. The forty plus years I spent with her were a blessing I surely never deserved. She inspired me and drove me, and now I have to break trail on my own from here on out. I'm sure there's a trail there, but it's so overgrown with weeds, I can't see it,. It was stomach cancer, and by the time it was detected, it was far too late. (Her MS symptoms masked it.)
I sit here now like a bitter-nut hickory shading the porch of a house that's been torn down.
"But the good Lord knows the truth
Just like a old hickory
Shadin' the porch of a house that's been torn down
There ain't nothin' that's left but the memory
And that long, tall, scraggily, bitter nut old hickory"
I'm sure that one day, I'll return to the bench. This is the major reason my Nieuport builds stalled out, this last year has just been terrible, and this capped it off.
Warren D
