Dear John,
I had a good, busy day at work - not only is it Friday, but it's Friday before a holiday weekend. After twenty years in critical care, I don't mind busy. It was good.
Today I've been feeling grateful for this job. It was payday, which always helps, but it's more than the fact that I'm expecting solvency to arrive soon. This afternoon I realized how much I have learned in the last month. It's a whole new area of study for me, and it's good for me to stretch my brain in a new direction. After all, Mythbusters determined that you can teach an old dog new tricks.

There are so many good memories. Wrigley is one place I can't imagine going without you. Even baseball on television is hard to watch without you. Watching it with you, going to games together, learning from you, watching you umpire, keeping score for the Goshen Men's League tournaments - all those memories are so rich and wonderful. But they make baseball quite uncomfortable still. No, I can't imagine going to Wrigley again.
But I have so many wonderful memories, and I'm grateful. If you were here, we'd certainly get there to celebrate the 100th Anniversary. Maybe you will get to go - if so, think about me. And them come and tell me all about it.
Thank you for taking me out to the ball game,
Joan.
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