Dear all,
I'm shocked!
Ive just looked through our family photos in the many albums that have been collecting dust for so many years.
Why during my sweethearts last year I had I forgotten them? Anne and myself were married for 50yrs but during her last month I spent too much time appoliging for all my failings. She looked confused as to where I was coming from. That of course didn't help and I became even more guilty. I love that sweetheart of mine so much that at times I don't think she deserved me. I was at my wits end emotional at one time in my life that I had a very brief liaison with another woman which ended quickly because I felt so disgusted with myself. Events followed whereby I told my darling: Yet she forgave me! In the distant past when we were both young in marriage I slapped her face. Later during another argument Anne scratched my face - I never retaliated. Yet all the following years our love prevailed. I would have died for that girl of mine. We had wonderful times. Camping with close friends and I took my Anne on all the cruises she wanted and I loved them to. And after I retired I spent all my time cosseting my darling because she suffered so much. Non Hodgkins Lymphoma cancer which she survived. Lupus, an incurable immune system disorder plus Reynaulds disease, a circulation disorder. My soul mate eventually passed over from pancreatic cancer in July 2018. Why am I so racked with guilt? Why had I forgotten all the good times brought back by those photo albums? They represented 99% of our beautiful marriage.
