A True Love Story #romance #trueromance #love #plparker

Thirty-one years ago, she was sitting in a bar lending support to a friend who'd been stood up.  She wasn't looking for a mate, decided she'd be single for the rest of her life and that was okay. She was just about ready to call it an evening when a guy with sparkling dark eyes, a wide smile and dimples, leaned around a post and asked her to dance. From that moment forward, she was hooked. They had a good life together.  Soulmates, lovers, best friends, family people and the love they shared only grew over the years.  He was supportive of her, was her biggest fan, and critiqued her work but gently.  

He was one of those special men who wasn't afraid to jump in and cook dinner, do the laundry, vacuum the floors, mow the lawn, whatever needed done, he did with a smile on his face.

They had a son together, which between the two of them, made five sons, the oldest nineteen years older than the youngest. 

He was a good father, got better with the years and loved his children and grandchildren.

Sadly, his health deteriorated, cancer, AFib, first one stroke and then more.  She watched him slowly fade away.  On the night before he died, she was sitting with him, massaging his scalp (which he loved) and she had a vision.  She saw him sitting on a sandy beach, looking at the waves, and she thought he had a beer in his hand.  He had his usual BSU baseball cap on and as she watched, he looked over his shoulder and smiled at her.  She believed it was his way of telling her he was okay.  He died later that night and her heart went with him. 

She was left with so many wonderful memories of this man.  He was funny and he could make her laugh even at the worst of times. People said they had a one-of-a-kind romance. He was a special person who made life special. 

Goodbye my sweet man.  I will love you forever!