This is not anything about astronomy.
Today is the day on which my wife died one and a half years ago; a sad day.
I raised our two happy marriage wine glasses, which we used for that occasion for many years during our 57 years of a happy marriage. I had a small drink for both of us, as I do on the 23rd day of every month.
Our son died of cancer 13 years ago, an ongoing sad memory, but is softened by his two adult, in their in-the-twenties daughters, our granddaughters, a continuation of his existence.
I also received news that a another family member has a serious medical problem. I hear by phone that the medical problem has improved to some degree. Improvememts continue September 4.
