D & D

I’m not certain how I’m going to deal with names in this space. I’m Welby, and I’m fine with you knowing my name. But I don’t want to compromise anyone else’s privacy, so at least for today, people get initials.

On May 17th, my brother’s (D) wife (also D) passed away in her sleep at age 54. My household, my parents, my uncle, and my oldest daughter and her family all trekked to San Antonio, Texas for her funeral. D and D had lived most of their lives in Arizona, so they had another service here on Friday. D & D were high school sweethearts. They were married for 32 years, I think. I’m not the best at processing my emotions, and I’m not going to process them here, but it seemed impossible and terribly cold to pretend that there wasn’t this significant event in my family.

My brother spoke at the end of the service and asked for those in the audience to take one of the many things that D loved and do that while thinking of her. D was a green thumb, and I’ll be thinking of her as I put together my aquaponics garden, wishing I could show it to her. Wishing she was available when I will indubitably need advice.