Connie is my number one reader. If I don’t blog for a few days, she will email and encourage me to keep it up; then she will give me some undeserved praise. Now it is with a sad heart that I must write about the loss of her husband of forty-eight years, Ronnie, who died just two days ago. Their relationship reminded me of the words that Anne Bradstreet wrote about her husband, “If ever two were one, then surely we.” They were that close. Only five days elapsed between a trip to the ER and an ICU bed where Ronnie shed his earthly body and passed from this life into the next, too quick a time for a wife to grasp how her world will change. It seems overwhelming. I remember when they met, and married, and when he went in the Air Force and I sent my maternity clothes to Oklahoma, and when they moved back home when, as life worked out, I was moving away. But we remained good friends and important to each other over all the years. I will miss Ronnie. He was always welcoming and loving to me. And I can’t imagine how Connie and the children will miss him. Life is short.