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It was the same every night when Ruth Kristmon got into her bed. First she thought of Ray, her late husband, who had laid beside her in the very same bed for 49 years and three months, until his death the previous spring. "I'm coming home soon, Ray," Ruth always said. "I'll meet you in All Saints Park under the Tenth Street bridge." This favorite memory of their courting days, their secret meetings under the bridge, brought a smile to her lips. And then Ruth's thoughts always turned to their children.