Dear Eddie, change seems to be inevitable. Cornered by change? Blessed by change? Opportunities for change. Can’t get away from that word. We have just “fallen back in the fall.” In these early days of the time change, I really do not like driving in 6:00 pm pitch darkness, especially if wet, and that darkness will only get worse between now and Christmas. I also miss our grandchildren being babies. The pictures from the flip phone make me nostalgic. And I really hated feeling cornered into the decision to have the knee replacement last spring. And worse, I hated the recovery. Basically, I am hard headed and don’t give anyone authority over me easily—even change.

On the other hand, I do really like being able to see the sidewalk under my feet on our 6:50 am walk to the bus stop with our grands. That curb cut at the neighbor’s driveway is scary in the dark. I love having new adventures with the children, traveling, watching them play ball. And, I have to say that being able to walk without pain now is wonderful.

If I must deal with change, I am very lucky to have you as a partner. You listen to my rants. Sometimes, it takes me a while to realize I am not angry with you. You listen to my sadnesses, my “it’s not fairs,” and my “what ifs.” You walk along side of me. Changes for me usually mean changes for you, as well. And, perhaps most of all, I love the sense of irony and humor you bring to our process. Once in a while, you will hark back to our Canadian years and the Red Green Show. The giggles often add needed levity and perspective. The guys at The Possum Lodge always came back to the pledge: “I’m a man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess.” I can change if I have to, if I should, or if I want to. Thanks for being my companion in all of it! I find you both handsome and handy, by the way. Happy Thanksgiving, dear one.      Love, Sylvia