She loved purple. She loved God.  She and my dad fought most of their married life.  Good old knock down drag out fights.  Yet loved fiercely.  They stayed true to the institution of marriage.  Maybe that was the secret.  Things weren't left undone.  For better, or worse.  Her home was immaculate.  She and my dad built their dream log cabin in the woods.  They had plans to travel.  God had other plans. She would travel; but mostly only as far as Boston and to the inside of a hospital. Cancer would be her companion for 9 ... View Post