Oh, MacDuff, I robbed the cradle, haha! He was eight years younger than I. Introduced by friends who thought we would be a good match. I thought he was arrogant, he thought I was ditzy, the first time we met. Six months later, we had a date scheduled. I was peeking out of a crack in the door because I couldn't really remember what he looked like. Up drives this Jaguar, and a handsome preying mantis unfolded from it. I heard the words from somewhere, "Oh, no, you're in trouble now!"
I was sent to him to support him through the loss of his son to brain cancer, and his own journey with AML. He was sent to me to make sure I became a better person! The 13 years we had together, 10 of them married, were the absolute best, and correspondingly the absolute worst due to the two cancer wars. Wouldn't trade them for anything.
He was born as a rape baby to a 15-year-old. You can't imagine the perils of that childhood, but out of it grew the most amazing, loving, lovable, generous, thoughtful man! Passed at 50. If I can leave this earth being half the person he was, I will consider my life well lived. Thank you for asking . . . Blessed be.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. - Aesop