I Packed up Memories & Took them with Me

18 years ago today my late husband, Glenn and I said “I do.”

I never met anyone like Glenn before. He loved me from the start and never got tired of the chase. He actually went to the same coffee shop every day for three years trying to meet me. My then teenage son worked there so I would visit often. I remember Glenn and used to watch him from afar. I knew he wanted to meet me but for whatever dumb reason I had at the time I resisted.

It wasn’t until my BFF and I were in Europe on a whirlwind vacation three years later, where she told me she thought it was time for me to settle down and get married. I had been a single mom for years and resisted serious relationships to focus on raising my son, instead. He had just moved out of the house to start his life as a young adult and I was alone. “Make a list of eligible men,” she said. “I don’t have anyone to put on a list,” I quickly replied. But then I thought about the guy back home from the coffee shop so I told her about him.

“There is a this guy back home that’s been trying to meet me for years,” I told her. “I don’t know his name but he has salt and pepper hair, he’s always smiling and has a surfboard in the back of his truck.” “Lets call him the silver surfer!” I wrote down Silver Surfer on a piece of paper and put it in my purse and forgot about, so I thought…

A week later I was back home and stopped at the local coffee shop on my way to work, as had been my habit for over three years. As I took my wallet out of my purse to pay for my coffee the note I’d written to myself, “Silver surfer,” fell out of my purse and onto the floor. As I bent down to pick it up my eyes met him, the silver surfer! He reached down to pick it up and as he handed it to me he said, “Hi, my name is Glenn, how was your trip to Europe? Lets go do something!”

I was so stunned that I immediately said yes. We went on our first date a few days later and saw or spoke to each other every day after that for the rest of his life.

Today as I write this my dear sweet Glenn is top of mind and of course in my heart. It’s a bittersweet day. A day to remember the true love that we shared and also a day to mourn the time we never had.

Time has helped me with this awful thing called grief. It has a way of putting things in perspective. In hindsight I am fortunate to have had such a great love. Time also helps the bad memories to fade and the good ones to strengthen. As I’ve moved forward the past 6 years I’ve packed up my memories and taken them with me.

I will love my late husband, Glenn until the end of time…

Please follow and like us:
error

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Facebook
Facebook