A long time ago, about nearly 40 years or so, I stood with Jack at a small waterfall in Gilman Canyon, N.M. and we talked about his fears that I was choosing to love him when he would grow old before I did. I told him we would deal with that when the time came. Now we are. But I remember looking into his face and seeing my future. Now I think of that past time with affection and no bitterness. I love that man.