... this was our 26th anniversary, 27th year we'd known each other, our 28th Christmastime, together. This December, 2025, would have been our 43rd. Happy Thanksgiving dearest Barbara! You are sorely missed -
... desperate to dredge up every photo of Barbara I can, quite an undertaking, fishing this her from her 20 year old cell phone; trip to see her family, 2008. Better days, indeed, picture taken from our Colorado Springs hotel room overlooking Pike's Peak, to our southwest -
Joseph Family… my sincerest condolences on your loss. Life is so precious and having death steal our most beloved ones is extremely painful and we are left with a void. I wanted to share with you that soon Jehovah will bring many back to life Job 14:15 mentions he is longing for the work of his hands. He will bring a resurrection. John 5:28,29 says Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out. May this bring you a sense of comfort and strength to the day you can hold Barbara in your hands again.
... Barbara's wedding quilt. She fell in love with this. Barbara had to have this quilt. So expensive, I thought, "... oh, no! How are we ever going to afford this?" We'd had just enough left on our credit card, to clear the transaction, buying it, on time. But, We didn't have enough to buy my socks! I had to put them back! By now, it's so old, the thing's falling apart. Our dear friend, Peggy, offered to cut it down into a throw; cut down the shams into matching pillows. Couldn't do it. Everyone so desperate to save every micron, every stitch of Barbara we possibly can, I could not bear cutting down this quilt. I've instead opted to send it for restoration. Whatever it takes, save who may -
... found this parked on Barbara's handheld! Christmas morning, 2019, caught dearest Barbara, fresh out from her morning shower, trying on her brand new exercise ensemble Santa left for her, under the tree -
... search for clues, a trace of something I may have missed, this somehow turned up on my handheld. Datestamped the waning days of March, here she is, less than two months before she passed away. She looks terrific, doing fine, exercising away on her sled before breakfast, happy as a clam. The night before, I'd grilled her up a great big steak -
... arguably the toughest job I've ever tasked myself, gathering up Barbara's worldly belongings. Couldn't bring myself to dumping her stuff, bagging it slapdash, save who may, I tasked myself otherwise, treating every article -- utmost respect. Everything delicately folded. Each pair of shoes polished, individually bagged. Hurt something awful, just the same, something deep inside you, dies -
... it's done. Gathering up Barbara's worldly belongings, final tally, 24 bags of clothing, four cases shoes, two cases hats and accessories. Though, I kept a few items of her clothing I just didn't have it in me to part with. The two boxes unaccounted for, Barbara's IV pole (thin box atop the clothing), and the box at the bottom of the handtruck, Barbara's US$12 thousand Hill-ROM airway clearance device, for cystic bronchiectasis and non-cystic fibrosis -