That is the message on the wall of the train station here in Inwood at the last stop of the A train.
Now I can also say it with feeling.
My dear Alfredo and I had our reunion after 13 years of a forced separation in our marriage. Back in October, he was released from jail and deported to his home nation of DR . I waited a little more to get my son's passporte and my own in order (but also to give Alfredo an adjustment period to his release and to let us think rationally) then we left for the week vacation.
I can say it was a reward. I have always approved of getting older. We were improved like fine wine. And as a bonus, what a thrill to experience a husband charging out to protect the interests of his family; to watch him being tender and fatherly with his son; and tender with me! I am grateful. I have hopes of a permanent reunion. Hopes and dreams. But if time and unforseen circumstance interpose I am grateful that we had this reunion.
