Path of Life

Late December, 1975.  It’s 2:00 am and Husband and I are awakened by the telephone.  No one wants to get a middle-of-the-night call.  My heart was pounding.  Husband answered in a state between grogginess and trepidation. “Hello?” To our great relief, the voice was cheerful.  It was Husband’s close friend since childhood calling from the…