The New Year sparks fond memories
Had you noticed? It’s a brand new year!
I may have to rewrite my column, because it was a Sunday on Jan. 2, 2005 when my husband Wes gave me a crooked smile, which I was begging for, closed his eyes and went to meet his maker.
In the intervening years, with prayer and determination, I’ve made constant progress in building a new life. Why it came back at me with a rush on this day, I cannot explain.