Forty two years ago, I met an angel, and until this day, she never did anything which could dissuade me from that opinion. My Marie was always my only connection with God.
Although we split up all those years ago, it was never because we didn’t love each other, we always loved each other… It Was more that we were both crazy mixed-up kids. Even when we stopped going out, we still met up every tuesday afternoon, when she had a half-day at the library and I had a day off at work. Even when she was engaged and married to the nameless jerk, and I was engaged to a nameless cheat, we still met up regularly…
We always had this special connection.
I always knew, like a promise from God, that we would eventually get back together, I told my daughter this five years before it actually happened.
When she text me that she loved me and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me, this was the happiest day of my life… I could believe in God, because he had lived up to his word.
She loved me , as I loved her, with all of our hearts. She had my name tattooed on her body, just as I have hers tattooed on mine… And I hate tattoos! Her body could only be officially identified by me seeing that tattoo.
I say this not to be graphic, but to say that this was almost prophetic. We were totally engrossed in each other. We always put the other person first, sometimes to our detriment. We ended up with two dogs because neither wanted the other to be disappointed.
To be honest, nothing I can say can fully describe the love we shared, It is in here, in my heart. She was the most beautiful person I have ever met, she was my soul, my love, my only one… And the amazing thing for me was that I was the same to her. She wrote on her xmas card, “to my one and only, there could never be another, yours always, all my love Marie”
And mine said,
You are my world, all my love always, Dale.
We believed in Love, because Love is the answer my friends,and all I can say is
There will never be another like her. I know that her soul is still with me, and I am still asking her advice every five minutes… But it’s not the same. I need her to hold, to cuddle, to kiss, and to adore! What do you when you lose an Angel?
You give thanks that you had her to yourself for eight years!
And thank the lord you have carried her in your heart for more than forty!
My Marie was a blessing to me and always will be, but I have no idea of how to live without her, and that is the truth… But with all the kindness my friends and family have shown me… And even strangers, I will learn somehow to live with this loss…
I will always strive to make her proud of me.
God bless you my beloved, You are my world! You are my only one!
And always will be!
NOT MUCH MORE I CAN SAY… DREADING THE DAY, BUT THE DAY WILL PASS AND THE MEMORIES WILL SURVIVE…
SO THIS IS THE END MY LOVE.
WAIT FOR ME. I WILL BE WITH YOU WHEN I HAVE FINISHED MY QUEST.
ONE YEAR ON, I’M PERPLEXED AS TO HOW I HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR… DOES IT GET EASIER, NOT SO SURE, IN REALITY IT JUST GETS FURTHER AWAY. THE PAIN IS STILL KEEN AND THE LOSS IMMEASURABLE, BUT STILL YOU KEEP GOING AND EVENTUALLY…
WELL DOES IT…
I DON’T KNOW.
DALE ‘M’ WE WITH ‘J’