“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard” ~~Winnie the Pooh
Today I would have been married to my best friend for 24 years. We almost made it. It was cut short by 8 weeks. As you can imagine I think of Michael often. I am so very lucky to have been married to such an amazing man. Although I feel that I have lost 3 people, my husband, my best friend and my business partner.
I want to share our love story, in my mind it was a perfect love story. I met Michael playing volleyball at the church I belonged to. We played on Sunday evenings. We were fast friends and I liked it that way. Then on April 21st 1991, Michael kissed me for the 1st time. I can tell you I saw stars. I had heard people talk about that but I experienced it. I knew that there was something very special about him. We had such a unique bond I could talk to him about anything. He was this big strong guy than ran a warehouse, with a heart of gold. I felt so safe when I was with him.
We dated for 14 months and on June 10th 1992 Michael proposed. I will never forget it. From the time that we met he had worn a beard and mustache. The week after he proposed he shaved it off. He looked so different. I couldn’t look at him. I would say “You sound like my Michael but you don’t look like him.” He had such a baby face. He wanted to make sure that I saw the “real him”, the person I would be spending the rest of my life with.
We were engaged for 14 months and were married on August 21st, 1993. It was a perfect Saturday. It rained just a little early in the day, which I read was good luck on your wedding day. The sky turned a beautiful light blue and there were huge fluffy clouds in the sky. Michael had a dozen red roses and a flask that read “DRINK ME” delivered to the church while I got ready for our big day.
I remember him wiping the tears off of my cheeks as we stood at the altar. He was such a kind and giving soul. He just kept saying “It’s okay baby, don’t cry.”
We hosted 350 for a Polish style Hawaiian luau. It was so festive. Everyone received a lei as they arrived at our reception and we had a disposable camera on every table so that we wouldn’t miss a thing that day. Our wedding cake was a 6 tier banana nut cake and my best friend wore a chicken head as we danced to the traditional chicken dance. The bar closed that night and we still had well over 100 people still there. I always chalked that up to a successful wedding reception.
Of course, this wild life together couldn’t get started without a medical emergency. Michael got food poisoning from a local restaurant the day after our wedding which delayed our departure for our honeymoon by 1 day. We were still able to enjoy 12 wonderful days in Cancun Mexico filled with great food, lots of sun and a daily siesta. One evening we took a booze cruise for an island dinner where Michael won a sexy leg contest. He was always very proud of that award.
We wrote our own ending to our love story. We made a pact with one another and we pinky swore to make it official. Michael would be 96 years old and I would be 90, our demise would come as a result of crashing our Red Maserati on the Autobahn. Although our love story had a different ending than what we had planned I can say that I was lucky to have been married to my soulmate, my best friend, the one who completed me and for that I am forever grateful.
Happy Anniversary Michael. I love you!!!