I’ve written the last 1968 post today, February 28th… it’s been two months since he left us.
Tommorrow it will be Leap Year Day. Eight years ago on Leap Year Day, I sent Lem a proposal, hand written for me in a fancy script by a calligrapher. It said:
After forty years of loving you unwaveringly…
Tradition holds that every fourth year, leap year, on February 29th, a woman may propose marriage to the man she loves. And so, as the fulfillment of my love for you, I am taking this opportunity to ask for your hand in marriage.
Nothing need change between us. My motives are purely romantic and I only want to express my hearts’ long desire to be yours. I don’t want to live with you or go on tour with you. I just want to be married to you.
Being the gentleman that you are, I am confident that you will respect the sincerity of this proposal and respond kindly and lovingly.