Howard Joynt: March 21, 1939 - February 1, 1997

ON "MARGIN CALL," DURING A TWO WEEK SAIL OFF THE COAST OF MAINE

My husband, Howard, died of pneumonia on this day 16 years ago. While it feels that much time has passed, it also sometimes feels like 16 lifetimes have passed since that sad morning at the Washington Hospital Center. What I've learned is the sharp pain eventually softens, but the crush of yearning remains, and the regret for so many memories no longer able to be shared. At this point, we would have been married almost 40 years. If there's any one aspect of widowhood that's the hardest, it's Howard missing the great joy of watching our son, Spencer, grow up, and Spencer missing the chance to know his smart, dashing & complicated father. He's 21 now. We've had a lot of fun the two of us, but what fun we three would have had. Imagine.