I wore my blue suit, I save it for special occasions, and it seemed the proper garb to meet with the judge in court. I wondered how I’d feel; I was a little shaky and a little queasy.
It was quickly over, and as I sat outside the courtroom awaiting a copy of the Final Judgment, I heard myself singing. “Come down, come down from your Ivory Tower.” And asked myself why I chose those words, until I looked carefully around and noticed I was surrounded by tall ivory columns.
Now each time I hear myself humming that tune, I know I’m thinking of that sad day and there are no words to express my sentiments, no words to describe my feelings. I wondered and worried what kind of repercussions there would be and years later I found there were serious repercussions that changed our lives dramatically, and that I ponder daily.