Facebook pics that our senior bud ladies and I are obsessed with those, right?) we celebrate the most precious kind of love. The kind the lasts forever and forever beyond entire lifetimes. The true kind. Happy Valentine’s Day – considering sharing this story tripledecker with your true love to remind them how much you love them today!
My First Date
My husband was my sweetheart. We went to movies and parks and some days we went dancing. The best movies were Cowboys and Indians, and Gone with the Wind, and a lot of army movies. Going downtown and looking in the stores. Going to the zoo and looking at the animals. We did that too. I lived in South Philly. The movies were playing on North Broad Street. There was a drugstore we stopped on the way to get ice cream and cake. We met other guys and girls. Everyone was nice to one another.
PS. When the war came a lot of the guys went to the war. Some got killed. That was sad. My husband and I were married 60 years. He died Jan 1, 1993. I miss him very much.
This Time of the Year
On the way to the Center today we picked up a passenger and we took her to the building where Debra used to work. I haven’t been to the building since 2007, and it got me thinking about her. July 28th was her birthday and she would have been 59 this year. I am 69, 10 years older, actually 11 years older because my birthday is October 30th and I will be 70 this year.
I get sentimental around this time of the year because things always remind me of her. She passed away in November of ’08, four days before Thanksgiving. Even the smallest things about our relationship still linger with me—the way she would hum a tune, the silly things we said to each other to make each other laugh, the places we would go, the hopes we had for our future together.
Even when I dream about her, I remember her “seeing eye” dog. (She was blind like me.) Even animals can sense love between two people. Her dog really liked me and I think it’s because it knew Debra and I were in love with each other.
To be continued…
This Time of the Year, part 2
Even though Debra isn’t here physically anymore, I feel like because I write about her so often, that she is a part of this class…
In my previous story, I told about how we did little things to make each other laugh. I remember when she told me a dream she had, that I was driving her home from work. I, myself, have also had dreams about driving in a car (A lot of other blind people have told me they have had dreams of driving too.) In Debra’s dream, we were the only ones on the road. We both got a huge laugh when she told me the dream. I said I was driving Miss Debby. I don’t want to bore everyone with too many stories about Debbie, but I do want to make the point that what we had was not an affair, but a loving romance.