At work, Rick noticed that he couldn’t lift heavy furniture the way he used to. He was putting up a mattress on the second level of the racks in the warehouse and wrenched his back.
We went to the Lake in spring and saw the house that my parents built and then went again at the end of summer to stay with them. It was so awesome.
We would have been robbed of the memories of sleeping as a little family in the upstairs room with no air conditioning, the two boys on futons on the floor and Rick and me in the double bed. In the middle of night the bed suddenly collapsed on the floor. We didn’t know what hit us but we were hysterical as we had heard tell-tale stories of the bed before.
We would have missed the storm that later hit the lake; it felt like we were in Kansas with winds whirling and roaring through the trees around the house. We would not have noticed the green, yellow, blackish sky as we left at 5 a.m. headed for Virginia.
Our opportunity to see Jack play his last season of fall baseball, without the worry of whether it would be Rick’s last season to watch him play, would have been lost.
Our last anniversary was November 24, 1998. Karen watched the boys for us and we went to Old Town Alexandria for the weekend and celebrated without knowing any of it.