Once upon a time, a girl walked into a bar on the day before her 21st birthday. She was there with a friend, having left a boyfriend back at Ole Miss. She saw a man across the bar, and asked her friend who he was because she might just want to marry him, so the story goes.
A month later, he asked her to marry him, and six months later, in December, she did. She was 21 and he was 25. The wedding was beautiful and showed off all of the fashion that 1972 had to offer, including the red velvet suits the men wore. Yes. Red Velvet.
They tried to have a baby for many years, and after five years had passed, they had a little girl. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and as the stories go, he loved her very much. Just before she was born, he was out fishing and saw a boat coming across the horizon with the name "Miss Jennifer". He'd never heard the name before, but loved it, and went home and told his pregnant wife what the baby's name would be.
Just before the little girl turned four, the little family moved from Louisiana to Texas. The back problems started shortly after the move, and he just thought it was a pulled muscle or slipped disk from the move. He went to the doctors, and in May, they diagnosed him with cancer. Aggressive cancer. He wasted away to almost nothing, and died in July.
I really think the whole world was broken-hearted.
Thank you for telling this story. And thank you just for being you.
ReplyDeleteThat's a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it. It must have been difficult for you.
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