It seems most ironic that something I had desperately wished for from a very early age, aggressively pursued for a decade, and finally achieved, had now become a source of anxiety, fear, and angst - being at home alone with Phyliss. The mere suggestion, a few months before, that this dread would be credible, appeared to be a preposterous supposition. Yet, here it was, a reality. More
I had fought so hard these past months to pry her from the grips of her certain demise. I had rejoiced at my achievement and success. I had saved my dear wife. I had won one of the biggest and most important battles of my life to remove her from danger and make her safe. This was an enormous effort and an unqualified victory. This was the woman I loved. I had proven my love so many times before as she had done for me as well, but not like this time. If this accomplishment were such an achievement, why was I not filled with pride, joy, and elation?
Joseph Badame is a retired architect living in New Jersey. He is spending his remaining years working on projects to honor his late wife who was a master teacher. This book is one of his endeavors to pay tribute to her memory.