I’m at my desk yesterday. I have my music on in the background listening to my favorite songs from the 60’s and 70’s. Jay & The Americans start to sing their cover of “Some Enchanted Evening” from the musical South Pacific. As I listened to the song I had a memory of my husband, Mike. When that song would come on the radio he would do an impersonation of Ezio Pinza who sang the song in the movie. He would reach out for me and in his best operatic voice (he was not a singer!) and with a poor Italian accent he would belt out “Sum-a enchan ted a eve en ing a” and I would dissolve into laughter.

This brought a smile to me yesterday as I remembered the many silly ways he could make me laugh throughout our almost 50 years together. My smile soon turned to having to fight back tears. This memory, although innocent as it seemed, filled my heart with the loneliness and longing and love for Mike that I will carry with me forever. Memories come in all shapes and sizes. They may not be elaborate. They might surprise you. They might be something only you can cherish. They might be a part of your love story or a part of your life story. They might be sentimental or just plain silly. Thanks, Mike, for the memories.