I met Mary while we were in college. We met at a fraternity-sorority “mixer”; pretty much a party were you mingled with others and had (or tried to have) a good time. It was held in the basement of a house rented by a few of my fraternity brothers. I found the experience somewhat boring, until one particular young lady caught my eye. It was Mary. I introduced myself and spoke with Mary for about a good twenty to thirty minutes. She was a delight, unlike any woman I had ever met at the college. She was beautiful, cheerful and outgoing. Somehow, we got separated and I later caught a glimpse of her leaving the party. “Too late”, I thought. I was crestfallen. It was near the end of the school year with only a couple of weeks left before the summer break, and I felt that I would not be able to have a chance to re-connect with her until September (If at all. I had no idea what kind of impression I made on her. Probably, bad I thought).
A few days later, I had the good fortune to come upon her in the college cafeteria as she was having lunch with her friend. I just couldn’t let this chance go, so I invited myself to sit with them. Mary and her friend were agreeable to this (Although I sensed some uncertainty from both of them. Who exactly is this guy?). We chatted awhile and eventually wound up playing tennis that afternoon. Later in the week, we went on our first date – a day trip to the Jersey shore. We had fun in the sun, although I found Mary quieter and reserved this time. I was afraid that I may have made a bad impression, and fretted that this could be our last date. I just didn’t want to lose her. My fears were allayed when she agreed to my offer to drive her back home on the last day of the semester (I had a car, she didn’t). What followed was the start of a relationship that, despite its ups and downs, lasted for a long time.
I had never been to northern Bergen County (near the New York state southern border), so this was an adventure for me. I met Mary’s family In Westwood and each member greeted me warmly. I could see where Mary’s personality came from. Everyone was so positive and welcoming. This was quite unlike my “world” in Perth Amboy. And, in a way, Mary, the Mullin family and Westwood became my new “world.” I felt changed. And, Mary was a big reason for this change.
Up until the time I met Mary, I was filled with doubt about myself. Lacking confidence, I struggled mightily with understanding my own potential. Mary changed that. She was so positive about life in general, it was impossible to be around her and not feel good about yourself and everything around you. Her positive nature was infectious. She taught me the importance of believing in oneself. She laughed off adversity and punched holes in my defeatist theories, building up my self-confidence along the way. She also taught me the importance of listening, not just to others but also listening to oneself. She became my “life coach”, although she probably didn’t know it.
Our relationship blossomed in those early years of our relationship. For me, life was great because of Mary and her influence on me. Although I was content, I became fearful that the relationship was moving too fast and began dating others. This didn’t last long, knowing that no one could match Mary in my mind. I was deeply in love with Mary, but was uncertain of her love for me. Being completely selfless, Mary spoke very little about herself and her needs. About 18 months after I graduated college, I asked Mary if she wanted to marry (albeit in a very clumsy and casual fashion). Her response surprised me. She informed me that she never said that she wanted to get married. After that, we didn’t discuss the matter much for a long time. To this day I don’t know why. It could have been a misunderstanding. I just don’t know.
As our careers moved forward, I still loved Mary and what she taught me about myself, but we seemed to drift apart both physically and emotionally. I made some bad decisions (too many) as time went on. And as our relationship became more distant, I began to forget Mary’s sense of positivism and my self-doubt started to seep back in. I saw the possibility of marriage with Mary a low one. If she ever did want to get married, I saw myself as not being able to fulfill my responsibilities as a good husband and father. I saw myself as a burden to such a relationship, dooming it to failure. I had forgotten what Mary had taught me.
While I was finishing up grad school, Mary made it clear that marriage was what she wanted and that the relationship would end without it. I thought, "What a turnaround." I hesitated, and thought I had lost Mary. We didn’t see each other for some time, then, like something out of a movie, I spotted Mary shopping In Bloomfield, N.J. To this day, I don’t know how we both wound up there at that time. She smiled (the big “Mary Smile”), we had dinner at a cozy café and resumed our relationship. She never explained what changed her mind. When I asked, she would simply smile. That was Mary.
I deeply regret what I put Mary through before we eventually did get married. The fact was, despite how well Mary coached me about knowing and believing in myself, I could never get over my belief that I would not be able to measure up to her. I felt I would ultimately fail her. I never told her that. I wish I had.
Our marriage turned out to be wonderful. We raised two great sons. But, during a period between her cancer treatments I felt I had to apologize for the times I had let her down by not believing in myself, not following her advice. I also apologized for not putting aside our early disagreements and marrying when it was clear that we were meant for each other. I tried to apologize for the “lost time.” Mary responded by smiling (only the way Mary could) and saying, “Well, you know, Don, I really don’t think I was mature enough for marriage until about the time we did actually marry.”
I will never know if Mary was being honest with that statement or whether she was just trying to make me feel better. I think it probably was another lesson that Mary was trying to teach me. It is called forgiveness. Mary was the most forgiving person I have ever known. She forgave me for many things in many ways. Little by little, since Mary’s passing, I am forgiving myself and trying to think positive. It’s the least I could do for Mary.