A song in her heart

My mother-in-law is upstairs watching Lawrence Welk. She does so every Saturday night.

I have an idea it reminds her of her dear Bob. He died 12 years ago this summer. He never knew little Kirby or Allie or Jack.

One of the first few times I met him he was in the hospital in Kansas City over Thanksgiving. I'd known him only a few months, but in the hospital room, he waved me to the side of the bed, shook my hand I think, and said a volume or so above a whisper, "You're on the A team."

I only shared a handful of years with him and most of that time was hundreds of miles away.

Marie shared a lifetime with him. Play on, Lawrence, play on.