Thinking of you all as we approach yet another anniversary of a death I still find unbelievable. Paul has been in the forefront of my mind. Feeling his presence around me is bittersweet. I can smile at the flashbacks, but still feel profoundly sad that he's gone. Hope you all are treasuring precious memories. Maribeth

Paul couldn't sleep if there were Oreos in the house. He could shove a startling number into his mouth. I liked having one or two at bedtime with a cup of tea. Fat chance. I tried hiding them, to no avail. He could sniff Oreos out wrapped in foil and stashed behind the dishes. I finally had a flash: hide them low. Sure enough, I ducked down to the lowest possible cabinet and tucked them inside. Tall Paul was going to go that far—and he didn't. But that man sure loved his cookies.