Who or what else could M be for? None other than my late husband. Especially since I’m writing this at O’Hare on my layover home from Michigan.
It’s about a 3000-step walk from where we landed to the distant concourse and gate that will take me home to SD. I’ve picked out just three of the photos I’ve taken along the way that reminded me of Marv.
When we lived downtown Chicago, we’d take the pedway under our building to catch the Blue Line (el) to O’Hare. We often traveled United so we’d first encounter the psychedelic moving walkway above. I’d take the walkway and Marv would walk alongside and reach the end the same time as I did.
He always walked fast.
Then we’d head to the food court by Concourse C, and he’d get a frosted cinnamon roll (lower left corner of bakery case) and black coffee. I’d look for something healthier and usually settle on yogurt.
And the bottom photo I took of a large mural on a wall here. We lived across from The Bean, so behind it and to the right on this photo.
Imagine a ladder-back chair from the side. Then point your finger about where the back of the chair meets the seat and you’d be close to our condo (or apartments as they’re called in Chicago. Apartments we owned.).
So my reverie here on my layover is filled with trips gone by, me walking behind Marv, trying to keep up, and then—I couldn’t help myself—saying, “I don’t know how you can tolerate all that sugar and caffeine on an empty stomach. I’d be sick!”
He’d droll, “ Good thing you’re not me.”
Sweet memories from a long life of hanging out together and learning (and respecting) each other’s quirks and differences!
Indeed, M is for Marv with a capital M for 77 years of life well lived!
(This is suppose to publish on Monday, but you may get it on Sunday!)
Write Along with Me 
M is for Monday one day early and glad to have read it on this beautiful day in Chicago. The Doerr remarks sound inspiring. He is an inspiration to writers – and readers – when he writes and talks about writing.
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Those are the memories that will keep Marv alive for you. It’s 26 years now since Bob died, but it is the memories of the little and the big things we did together that keep him in n mind.
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I agree. 26 years! And I’ve heard it doesn’t get easier. I remind myself I was lucky to have had a good marriage in the first place.
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Yes, it came today. I’ll reread it tomorrow.
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Your post was very moving. It makes me realise I must make the most of the moment. My husband goes for the pastries too.
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Yes, don’t taken anything for granted! And you can take a bite of pasties now and then😉.
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Some wonderful memories of your husband. I loved this post.
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Thank you! Good memories keep us going!
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Love the reminisces of Marv and Chicago. Bittersweet.
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Yes. Bittersweet. We made lots of trips from O’Hare so numerous memories.
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What a beautiful memory.
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Thank you!
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