Some relationships are complicated, or so we think. But they’re really far more simple than that. Most would consider this one a rebound, and it was. And so much more.
He was my knight in shining armor when I badly needed one to ride up and save me. He was joy and light and happiness at a time when it seemed like the darkness in my world would never leave. He was sweetness and love and his honeyed accent could melt steel. He was a soothing balm for my wounds.
Our wedding day, with his parents. 1981.
And then, he wasn’t.
The rest of the story isn’t pretty.
There are plenty of reasons for me to hate him, if hate was something I did. Which it isn’t. So I don’t need to share the details, although I remember them all.
I moved on after our divorce more than 30 years ago –not without difficulty, either. He was incredibly important to me and I hate disconnections. Always have. And I adored his parents, who were so kind to me in every way, even though I was a “Yankee girl.” And his beautiful daughter, on whom his sun rose and set.
It took some disentangling.
David & his beloved Boris.
After I finally moved forward, all I really wanted to remember was how he showed up when I needed it. How present he was at the start. And I could only honor him for that. For what he was to me in that brief period of time. Just a few years. But years I needed to regain myself.
I always laugh when I hear the adage that people can come into your life for a reason and a season. This has been so true for me and was so true of us. A season and a reason.
David, when the angels came for you last night, I know they saw what I saw: that pure heart, battered and bruised from a difficult life. But still pure. I hope you know I remember. And that I thank you for all you were and still are to me.
Godspeed, love. Come visit and tell me what you’re up to now. And comfort your beautiful daughter, whom you loved more than life. The best of you lives on in her and her children.
But then, you know that. You know everything, now.