Some Numbers Elicit more Memories than Others
Mom’s new favorite place to visit is Memorial Park in Nyack. As we drove across the bridge she asked about the towers and the blue steel girders that are covered with road deck. This, and the likes seeing the construction equipment, especially the I Lift NY.
The main span towers are taller each time we cross the bridge that opened less than eight weeks after my parents married on October 23, 1955, and soon after they bought their first car and had a chance to drive across the new bridge.
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Today is the 26th, and it’s nearing the time that mom and I would be leaving dad’s room for the night. That was a terrible week two years and five months ago. We visited dad daily, talked to him, asked if he was comfortable, let him know we were there, not knowing if he understood or heard, and sometimes getting a hand squeeze or a faint smile in response. How were we to know, when we told him we loved him and kissed him goodnight on February 26, 2014, that it would be the last time. Does anyone ever know?
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Driving back after ice cream under a tree (in the car), I saw where the bridge was repaired. That section looked clean, and I wondered if that’s what the new bridge looked like back then.
It won’t matter less than two years from now. I also wondered if anyone carved initials into the new section before it hardened,
I’d like to know what you think.
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