That old-time feeling comes around again. It could be the time of year. We were introduced in March of 1994 at physical therapy. We fell head over heels at an informal gathering of patients on April 8th a mere two or three weeks later.
I get that prickly sensation and my heart skips a beat when I think of our first evening. We played darts and imbibed on seemingly endless bottles of beer. The music blared and he whispered in my ear a few times. The more crowded it became, the closer he had to move toward me – there was electricity in the air.
After a failed attempt at a second marriage and going it alone for the two previous years, a relationship was the last thing on my mind. What was it about this guy? What a smile! What a laugh! What a touch! It may have been the gentleness of his voice. It may have been that he asked questions about me, about my life and willingly shared his story. Reciprocal respect with an eagerness to listen – what a novel approach toward never-ending love! Above all, he was the kindest person I have ever met.
He was newly divorced with children and a grandchild on the way. I was struggling to get the funds together for my own court proceedings. My children were gone for the weekend and this was a Friday night. It must have been about midnight and I did not want the night to end. Our PT friends had all gone home and I knew that I needed to leave as well. I had not felt like this in a long time. Was he my knight in shining armor come to rescue the woman who only wanted someone to love and to be loved back with the same intensity? We were married seventy-six days later in the most unceremonious of events at a court-house with our 5 children in tow.
As the goosebumps arrive at the memories of the beginning of our relationship, I smile. Yes, it was the best time of my life and it continued to be the best love to the end. Sometimes throwing caution to the wind can reap the most amazing of benefits. In this case, it was the love of a lifetime. My life is not over, but his ended too soon by a horrible disease called appendix cancer/pseudomyxoma peritonei.
When I think about the twist of fate, I am forever grateful that he chose to go out that night and that I threw caution to the wind and would not change a thing in our relationship. Neither of us was perfect but there never a more perfect match for each other!
I am blessed and I will love him forever.