and it was sad. My first wife passed away. I had not seen or talked with her in 15 years… at least. But still often thought of her. And in spite of it all, there was still feeling there. I guess when one loves one really never stops doing that. Buried it might be, even forgotten in the pain of separation and what lead to the ending of the relationship but it is there. They have left their presence on your soul and they have changed your life. For better or for worse you are not the person you were before you knew them and loved them. I think I am better. The divorce and its aftermath were not a pretty thing. Lots of damage was done, lots of pain was the result for all involved and yet I sit here and I remember the pretty young bride, her laugh, the way she always had a Kleenex in one hand and a coke in the other …all the other little things. And we loved. Then we were no more. We move on. I read in the paper about her life, the career she had, the new family, things I knew nothing about. She died at home with her family around her. I guess that is as good as that gets. It doesn’t say how or why she died but donations to the American Cancer Society are suggested..I hope it was not too bad and that her passing was gentle and peaceful. I do not think I will be going to her funeral, I don’t know the appropriateness of that. And funerals are not something I do usually. I think I will revisit the places we shared, where we met, were we lived and remember the woman I once loved and who loved me. I am surprised by my sadness, and by my tears.
