The Times has graciously granted me the opportunity to use this space once more to write a farewell on behalf of my husband, Joseph Benham.

Here’s an idea that I hope will appeal to readers: As you plan your celebrations of our nation’s independence, picture yourselves getting ready in the same way that George Washington’s troops did, as the Revolutionary War dragged on until peace was declared in 1783.

It was an approach that startled even jaded theatergoers and drama critics: As the curtain rose on the latest Broadway musical, the only person in sight was a woman past middle age, seated on a stool, silently churning butter!

Please note, my credentials for assessing the Florida massacre are two-fold: We’ve experienced terrorism first-hand, and I know something of the long history of violent movements here and abroad.

As music from “Carousel” reminds us, “June is bustin’ out all over,” and there’s no better time to recognize as many timely and praise-worthy things in our beautiful Hill Country as space allows.