How fortunate we were to still have magic in our marriage and it stayed with us forever. He could sense when he had worked too hard, too long and would say let’s get a sitter for a few days and we would go somewhere just to be together and away from telephones and everything. After the children all left we enjoyed our time together again. We loved eating out though Warren always complimented my cooking. We loved high school plays and went to as many as we could. Life was always exciting with Warren. He had such energy, an adventurous spirit, a real love of friends and get togethers. He loved being with our children and was so proud of them all. I never heard him say he was bored – he never was.

After Warren died I felt such loneliness and yet I accepted his death because I had watched his struggle to live for several years. I had seen his wonderful doctor, Dr. Z, struggle to keep Warren alive. He loved Warren and I thought it so interesting when he asked Warren for information on Presbyterianism which, of course Warren made available to him. Dr. Z was Roman Catholic but is now a Presbyterian! He cried, along with us when Warren died.

49 years together – how blessed I feel. The children all surrounded me with their love and were there for me in so many ways. I hope in some ways I was able to help them with their grieving. I know Warren was trying so hard to get me into the condo before he died. We bought it together so it was just easier for me to move into it in March after the house sold. This is just another example of him taking good care of me.