I heard our door close as Judy left the room.
I love Judy, the daughter that every parent wants and we were lucky to have.
She’s had some “bad luck” in her life, built loving memories of her attorney husband, dying at a most productive time in his life.
Tough breaks, but as Ruby would say, “That’s the way it is.”
Judy never remarried. She lives with memories of Raymond.
I don’t know of a more active or competent person
(with many or more talents that I have).
She is an innovator.
I love her.
I am proud of her.
Asleep on the couch, I felt a hand shaking me. Looking up, it was Judy.
“Dad, I’m leaving.” She is going back to the small but cozy house she built in Seattle. Her children live there.
With tears that I was holding back, I said, “Goodbye, J,” and kissed her hand.
She picked up her luggage and waved goodbye to Danny. Without looking back, she was out the door.
Will I ever see her again? Who knows. No one can see around the bend.