Finishing the Race

My beautiful bride…

My lovely wife Linda passed away this weekend from an apparent stroke.


We met in Florida in 87 at a theater where she was acting.
I introduced myself and kissed her hand, so of course she melodramatically swooned.
We dated a week later, engaged a month later, and married a year later onstage in that very theater.


Her big heart and ready smile inspired all she met, and even taught a shy nerd like me how to open up, laugh, and live.


…until the make-up came off.
(No, wait, this is her as the ghost in Fiddler on the Roof…)

She’d been in a wheelchair and near-constant pain for the past twenty years or so…
…But now she’s finally free, and once again dancing and cartwheeling.

She had to give up her sign language interpreting for the church years ago because of her tremors…
…But now she’s enthusiastically praising the Lord with her hands (and putting her whole body into it) once again.


Helping others was incredibly important to her.
Most of you know that she was highly involved in a volunteer homeless outreach every Wednesday night, faithfully providing meals, blankets, socks, and more.
She’d want to ensure her mission continues, so if you’d like to help, please consider donating to The Forgotten Louisville, either via PayPal to or via mail to The Forgotten Louisville, 911 Southview Rd, Louisville KY 40214, or even by volunteering yourself, or otherwise caring for those around you.
I know she’d appreciate it.

Last year we revisited that theater, which had the perfect show going. I’m rotten, and she’s really something.

Thanks, everyone, for all the support you’ve already shown us.
I love you all, and so did she.