Thinking of our times together 

When someone you love leaves you there is a feeling that you are missing a part of yourself. Like one who has had a limb removed. I constantly reach for the missing limb, my love. I may wish for this uncomfortable feeling to leave me so that I can function properly. However, the truth is that the place in my heart that is empty is our love and you  fixing my coffee before work. What is lacking is you sweetheart. It is natural to feel this way because I miss the person that is my other half. After all these years I still remember back in in 1957, when we met for the first time. You were so shy and I was so young.. It took me a while and years of communication by mail for us to realize that it was true and everlasting love.  On May 15, 1963 we were to be married. It was September 1965 that we really discovered everlasting  love. It was your last night in the USA. We spent all day in Columbus Ga.  trying to hold back tears. You were on your way to Vietnam. As your ship pulled away from the dock and you waved goodbye I thought it may be our last. What a joy when you came back shattered but not defeated. After San Diego you retired and I was glad. I have all your love letters from 1960 to 2010. We never stopped writing. If we had something hard to discuss we wrote a letter instead. It was crazy how you called me every hour on the hour from work, waking me up. I was retired but you were not yet. ( I guessed you felt I could sleep during the day with you.) I would pretend to be alert but I’d say to myself what are we going to talk about for ten minutes the next hour. We always had something to talk about. I smile now as I remember those 5 years when you did shift workbefore you retired.