On 5/16/2006, Tuesday, I published "20 Years as But a Day." Today marks 15 years later. On 5/16/2006, Dad was still alive (for almost two more years). My mother-in-law was still alive (for almost eleven more years). I would not acquire my “bionics” for just under ten more years.
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman has been side-by-side with me, during all “the good, the bad, and the ugly.” We have had much joy and too much sorrow. We have enjoyed or endured it all together.
I took the above photograph of Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, on 7/17/2012 (my birthday; her birthday was the next day). I wrote one article only in 2021. It was for Dad. I wish that I had written an article about our birthdays, in 2012. (Isn't 2022 next year? Where has the time gone?)
My wife spent most of that July 2012 week with me, while I endured one of the too many “training” weeks, for my current job. I had to stay in a fancy hotel, in Johnson City, Tennessee. She still looks about the same. You are in print finally, dear!
For our 30th anniversary, on 5/16/2016, we “enjoyed” the day, as my wife wheeled me around in the wheelchair at home. Our 20th anniversary was more fun.
Today, for our 35th anniversary, we enjoyed our first dining out experience, since our anniversary last year. There has been something about a new cold virus going around, for over a year now. Since one is no longer required to wear a mask while eating at a restaurant now, we may be able to dine out more often – even with family and friends! (By the way, how did folks eat, dining out, while still wearing a mask? It's a mystery to me!)
The Fearghail clan doesn't often drop
the “L”-word. It's our way. Here it comes! Ready? I LOVE YOU
DEAR. (I wonder if she will read this article. I wonder if she will comment.)