Happy Ending
I was sitting in a lounge chair in my back yard, soaking up the sun and chatting with my daughter Sarah. Sarah is my only child and is 38, divorced and working as an assistant administrator at our local hospital. Her mother, my wife, has been gone for almost eight years now ... we lost her to breast cancer in 2002 at the prime of her life. I've never re-married or even dated that much, it's just not my thing I guess. I recently retired at 62, sold my small business and with the money from...