|The wisdom of age|
By Mary Friedel-Hunt
She is 94 years young. I met her when she was 59 and I was in my 30s. Her husband performed our wedding. He was the juvenile judge in the county where I worked with incarcerated youth, and I have been searching for them for several years. I found her three months ago in Colorado. When her Mike died four years ago, her kids moved her there to be close to them.
After our first phone call, I received an email from her. She said, “I am scraping myself off the ceiling since your call because I am so high with joy.” No one could have said it better. She
|Tuesday, October 11, 2011 2:37 PM|