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As I stood there, I looked around at all the faces; young and old, of every race. They were there for Deborah's funeral. People from her work, my work, and people from the neighborhood, hundreds of them. They were there to support me and one another.
Music started playing from the funeral director's portable music system, "It is Well". It was appropriate, Deborah, especially these last 5 years, was happy and content. It was well with her soul, (since I stopped being a douchebag).
Most of the people were, heads down, thinking to themselves. I hope all the thoughts were happy thoughts, thoughts of good times we shared.
Pauline, with her arm now at my side, grabbed my hand and intertwined fingers. She leaned in close to me and said, "They're here for you, to support you in your time of grief. I know, because it was me that stood just 20 feet from this spot 17 years ago, not knowing how I was going to make it."
I squeezed her hand and she squeezed mine back.
"You have a void in your life and your heart right now. Let us fill that, and when you're ready, maybe I can fill it permanently. Oh, I know you will always love Deborah, but I'm willing to share that love, if you're willing to share mine too."
I looked up into her eyes. I saw empathy, support, and yes love.
Perhaps I was going to make it after all.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous36 minutes agoPart 2 was worse than a tv rerun, there you at least have months between - not an hour. You have recovered with part 3 though - thank you. 5 stars
somewhere east of Omaha
Anonymous4 months agoLot of pain in this story... on both sides. Definitely not a RAAC. The cost was quite high. I don't see just doing a lateral move after 25 years and being in your mid 50s. Comfort? Sure. But he just lost his (albeit marred) soulmate (was the only reason they stayed together). Give it time. Maybe have a companion. Not all of us in that situation will remarry and fall in love again. Virtually none of us right away.
Anonymous4 months agoAh, the old "I used to be a slut in college and my affair was just me reverting to my slutty ways" trope. Classic. Wives that can't do everything in the bedroom with their husband that they would otherwise do with someone with no attachment, really shouldn't be married. If you can't be a slut for your husband in the privacy of your bedroom, then there should be no-one else that gets to see that. Ever. Anyway, that was just a small part of the story.
I was a little sad when the epilogue hit and we learn that the cancer had come back and she was taken just a short 5 years later. I guess the universe thought she needed more punishment. This story was certainly a journey. Love, betrayal, heartbreak, redemption, forgiveness, tragedy. It's got it all. Certainly makes you think. I wonder how different their lives would have been if he had chosen divorce instead. Maybe an alternative ending story someday by someone.
dirtyoldbiman6 months agoThis 3 part story certainly made me think about a lot of things or facets of life.
