The other day, I found myself sitting outside a local ice cream shop, indulging in a delicious chocolate treat. As I savored each bite, a familiar melody began to play on the radio – “Finlandia.” Instantly, tears welled up in my eyes. You see, my husband of 56 years, Ward, used to conduct an imaginary orchestra whenever this song came on. He would close his eyes, raise his arms, and passionately beat out each chord.
But Ward is no longer here with me, as he passed away unexpectedly three years ago. The memories of his joyful maestro imitations still bring tears to my eyes. Simple things
