By Dr. Don Newbury

Rarely is “pensive” used as a descriptive for my 105-year-old Uncle Mort. In the hours unfolding from an old year to a new one, however, he grows silent. This is the claim of his bride, Maude, who repeated wedding vows with him 80-something years ago.

And, when Maude makes a claim, it is a take-it-to-the-bank kind of truth. She became beholden to Mort in an odd sort of way. She’d never mentioned her reaction to his proposal for marriage, but—in a manner of thinking— it was an offer she couldn’t refuse.


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