SCRABBLE was part of my life with Paul from the beginning. The week I met him (as graduate students at Penn State) he challenged me to a game of SCRABBLE. "OK," I said, "Loser buys winner a cup of coffee."
He bought the coffee.
For the next fifty + years we played SCRABBLE. Evenly matched we took turns winning. During those long stays in the hospital we kept out Saturday night SCRABBLE dates alive.
A week before he died we played out last game. He won.
It seems a symbol of our life together. It feels right. I won the first; he won the last.
I miss my SCRABBLE nights.
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