Including Daniel.
I hated that part.
But following rules when they were inconvenient was practically the story of my career.
Daniel knew I served in the Army.
What he never seemed interested in understanding was exactly what I did.
He joked that I “sat behind a government desk.”
In reality, I had spent seventeen years moving through operational planning, logistics oversight, and command assignments.
At the time Grandpa died, I was a lieutenant colonel being quietly considered for promotion and a major leadership appointment.
Daniel never asked much.
In the early years of our marriage, I interpreted that as trust.
Later, I understood it differently.
He simply did not care about anything that didn’t immediately benefit him.
Daniel had his own company.
Lawson Strategic Solutions.
The name sounded impressive.
The reality was less glamorous.
The company started as a consulting business helping transportation firms bid on government work.
For the first few years, it did well.
