Peggy doesn't know about Newtown, or now the Boston Marathon bombing. I visited with her yesterday, sometimes I just end up there when I should be doing something else, especially on days when the news is so heavy and painful and sad. She doesn't have to add these events onto her shoulders that are beginning to weigh heavily on to mine. So, in a weird sense, she gives me a tiny respite, where I can push the rewind button, and just be with her in a place
where bad things don't happen anymore.
