Our Secret Spot
by James Howard
Teresa as a Child Hood Sweatheart
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As I have said, I lost my wife, of 39 years, in March of this year. When she left for the lord, I was so shocked, I just couldn’t cry, at the funeral or cemetery. About six months later, it was getting close to our anniversary; the tears just poured and haven’t stopped yet. Thankfully I have the people on this blog to help and also my Priest, Father Joe, at St. Clement’s Catholic Church.
After a day of crying, I talked with Ft. Joe. He suggested I maybe visit some place that Teresa and I enjoyed. I go to Fairmount a lot to see her mother and other family, so I thought I would take him up on this adventure. I rode up the mountain to a spot we always held dearly. The most marvelous thing happened on the way. It has been over 40 years since we found this place and time had covered it up with houses, etc. As I approached it a feeling came over me that I just cannot describe. It was the most joyous feeling I have ever felt. I came to smile and felt as if someone was holding me.
And to my right was the place. A small dirt road, back then to nowhere, now an entrance to a pasture. As I said earlier, Teresa and I were childhood sweethearts and well you know where teenage hormones lead you. We would go on a date and hurry back to our favorite spot.
I would give anything for those moments again. But the feeling that came over me today was so great and loving, that I believe, and will tell anyone until I die, IT WAS TERESA holding me. I have cried all afternoon, but they are tears of joy, because Teresa sits here with me and holds my hand.
I lost Teresa twice, once to MS and second to the outcome of the MS. I took care of her for ten years, the last 3 she was totally disabled. But I would marry her and do it all over again only if I could. To my dear Teresa….I LOVE YOU!!!
Again to all the wonderful people on this blog, I pray for you and your lost one. Thank you for all your wonderful thoughts and prayers. May God Bless.