Six years ago today, my friend and once-husband died of lung cancer. This is the only existing photo of the day we eloped in 1962.
We were kind of a fire and ice mixture. Made some fascinating patterns and two great kids, but we were destined to destroy each other if we didn’t separate.
Our son published some of his writings, which are available on Kindle. In the early days, we were very competitive with each other regarding our writing/achievements. Back then, I kind of viewed us as an “F. Scott and Zelda” situation.
Only I didn’t jump into a fountain and wind up in a loony bin. I jumped out into the life I was destined to have.
We eventually were able to become good friends, and I was with him on his last day.
I often think about how much he would be enjoying the paths that our two kids have taken and the way his grandson is blossoming.