Wiped and got up, went downstairs, pushed Macs little on button, made a cup of tea and went back out to the computer as usual. Now to see what all my buddies got to say. On her way to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast, she stops behind me and ruffles my old silvery hair a little while she peeks over my shoulder to see what I’m reading as Ruthie always does. Moving her hand from my hair to around my neck while she moves to my side, closer to the screen she whispers: For lovers only and for me? How nice. Sliding her hand to her side she picks up a corner of her apron and dabs the corner of her eye as she disappears into the kitchen. Frank, you’ve blessed this little woman today and I want to thank you.

Grandpa Doug