My mentor, Sandy Busey, entered my life in the winter of 2007-08 several months after my first wife, Tina, died. She had read a tribute column I had written for the daily newspaper and was moved to get in touch with me by email. This began a near daily correspondence that continues until this day. We couldn't be more different — Sandy is East Coast, I am West Coast; Sandy loves animals, I tolerate a couple of cats; Sandy is a card-carrying, flag-waving liberal; I lean toward the conservative on fiscal issues but am somewhat liberal on social issues.
Despite our differences, Sandy was able to counsel me so that I could overcome the blues and gain confidence about entering into a new relationship. She also provided insight — for example, the significance of a blue heron that carved a perfect circle over Teri and I during the river walk on our first date — that helped cement Teri and my feelings for each other.
Sandy has encouraged us every step of the way, from first date to engagement to wedding and beyond.