I don’t know if it is a blessing or a curse but I have always been able to sense that something is going to happen. I have recently had dreams about the love of my life.
My friend phoned me today to tell me that Buddy has passed away. He was only 61. He went quickly (thank God). He was full of cancer. He would have wanted to go like that.
He was the love of my life. When I first got divorced, I met him when I started going out. He was a handsome man, one who could dance around the dance floor with ease. I loved dancing with him. People loved watching us dance together.. We made such a pair.
The problem was that Buddy was a terrible alcoholic. He was as they say a snot slinging drunk. I fell head over heals in love with him. We were together off and on for about 2 years. During those years we laughed, loved and fought. He was a man with a sad past. He just wanted to be loved and to love. He did the best he could with what he had.
During this time in my life I came so close to becoming an alcoholic myself. We were drinking 7 days a week. I would meet him at the local bar when he got done work and have a few with him and then we’d go home. On the weekends, it was non stop party from Friday night until Sunday afternoon when we ended with pizza or subs from our favorite take out place.
People were sure we were going to end up married. He had asked me several times to marry him, but I ignored him. I knew down deep in my heart that we would never make it as a couple. He was a drunk.
Buddy, I will miss you. I do hope you know that you were the love of my life. We went through a lot together, you and I.
Rest in peace my friend. I hope I see you on the other side. I wish so much I could tell everyone how you wished to be buried, but we both know that would be quite inappropriate don’t we. But, we both can smile in silence over that one.
Good-bye my love ~ I will never forget you smile ~
