We love you, Lou!

Surrounded by doom and gloom as we all are these days, it is a relief to feel an occasional burst of warmth and see a ray of sunshine. Well that’s how it was for Lenore and me when the above bouquet was delivered to us this morning.

Among all the fruit, the candy and a variety of nuts was a bottle of champagne and two stem glasses. This cornucopia was sent to us by Lou Michaels, my deceased brother's brother-in-law. His note read, "I miss both of you very much."

Lou lives in Richmond. He and I are nonagenarians and both of us suffer from a loss of hearing. If you could eavesdrop on our weekly phone conversations, you would hear two senescents grasping only a fraction of all that they say to each other. But you would also discern that these are poignant and uplifting interludes for both of them.

It may interest you to know that a sharp and boundless memory in old age is not always an unadulterated blessing. Lou is a widower and he lives with a past that remains vivid in his mind. He cannot forget one scintilla of what used to be. But it helps him and me to know that we share many of those same emotion laden memories.

We thank you, Lou. Our very first toast, when we open that bottle of champagne, will be to you and what none of us want ever to forget.

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