Nancy Elizabeth “Sissy” McQuary was 14 when I met her at Mabelvale United Methodist Church sometime in the fall of 1970.
She was 48 when I came over to this house for a visit on Christmas Day 2004, and 50 when we got married two years later.
Today, she would have been 64. I’m sure there’s a too-cute Beatles analogy to be made somewhere, but I’m not in the mood to try to find it.
She died nearly 17 months ago after a second visit from acute myeloid leukemia. Some days it seems like a couple of days ago, and on others, the funeral is in the distance.