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| On our way to a West Point wedding, circa 1995 |
The Weeping Crabapple Tree in this photo has a long history, here on Stacey. One bitter cold winter's night, we returned home after a great dinner with friends to find it uprooted, unable to stand under the weight of heavy snow. A neighbor came to its rescue, the following morning. Employing his tow truck and winch, he righted the tree and helped to stake it. It remained as such for a couple of years, till its roots strengthened. Each Spring, we await its gorgeous pink blossoms.
And so it goes and so it goes... there's an analogy to be made.
And so it goes and so it goes... there's an analogy to be made.
It's a month, today, that Joe experienced the frightening heart attack that put him out of commission for a while. But by the grace of G-d and good docs, we joyfully await this year's flowers. We've a very long history together, and just the thought of what could have transpired sends shivers through my spine. I am so very grateful to be...
Giving Thanks.
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