Parting At The End Of The Blizzard
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Summary
My wife, May Rydell, was known in her industry for being a workaholic. She was always in meetings.
Even when we went away together, she would leave me by myself, find a quiet spot, put on her headset, and join another meeting.
At our wedding, she did not even wait for the carefully planned reception to end before slipping away from everyone, putting on her headset, and joining a meeting.
Even on the day my father died, she simply turned away, found a corner, put on her headset, and joined yet another meeting.
