13th August.

Today, my dear wife would have been seventy-nine years old....and this morning, Tab sent me this video of Vanny Vabiola singing "My Way"

And, my reply to Tab....

And Tab's reply...

And then I lost myself in memories of times decades past....of a time when two people in love with each other, have time only for each other. That was in London in the mid-1960s. We lived in London. Me studying at Ealing Tech and she, working at Selfridges. Almost without fail, every evening, I will wait for her outside Selfridge waiting for her to finish work, and from there take the tube back to Finsbury Park....home.

If I could live those times again, even with the wisdom that I have acquired in these 75 years of living, I would not want to change a single moment of those times. Why would I change any moment of a time when hope springs eternal in our life that all will be good for our future together? Why would I want to change a time when nothing else matters but each other? And yet, knowing now what I did not know then....I would have wished that even then, we would have wanted to have our children with us right then at the start of our life together, than many years later in our life. To have our children then would have meant that we would be able to spend more time with them...not less.

And now listening to "My Way".....I am certain that there is a time and place for everything. But then again, I also am driven to ask why am I asked to live the rest of my life alone. The answer still escapes me. And while I seek it, my dear wife's love for me, and mine for her, will keep me going for I am still in love with my wife.