“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.  

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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.  

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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!!!  

 

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