My Second Breath, when my breath was shallow and gone
by Kim James
(Red Oak, TX)
He was my friend, my brother not biologically but yet our bond was surpassing all comprehension. The first day I met him, I was exhausted, having ran from an abusive marriage over 1200 miles just me & my 7 yr old son. It was a simple greeting, and introduction as we both acknowledged our new roommate living with a dear forever friend.
My love became a confidant after time of watching my sleepless nights, my fear from the abusive husband who eventually too moved back to our hometown. People teased and laughed as we were a unlikely pair from a 14yr age difference, and I was heavier than this handsome man's historical women. We got so close being magically grouped to ride share, every event ended up we teamed up and advised the other.
As so many times in our life he & I protected the other. He battled guilt & harbor end pain from personal choices and all I could see was his potential and he mines. In life we have the option to love and allow it to feed and encompass that gift and we realized the value we allowed love. We shared 19 years together, we started with only our clothes and 2 bottles of beer which I question was it fair, cause I don't drink!
Two son's together, a home, and the growth and combination of his older kids and mine we built a life of much joy & happiness. All the well wishes and testaments of how special he was are sincere and true but I ask what am I to do when my second breath is gone.
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