How does thirty years sound, Saoirse?
That’s about how long I’ve been waiting, depending on how you count.
In my story today about my husband’s memorial service, I mentioned who had attended.
I wasn’t obvious about it, but if you look, you’ll see no mention of my family.
That wasn’t an oversight. They didn’t come.
My father would have, but I asked him not to because he’d already flown in and out and missed a lot of work helping me with final arrangements and so forth. I didn’t want him to do it all over again.
Some of us wait a lifetime.