Far Rider
Ambassador Of The Cataverse
My precious wife of 45 years is celebrating her birthday today, and I just wanted to tell you a little about her. From about 7 years old she started losing her sight. Her mother and father never took this problem seriously. Her condition is rare with only a handful of cases worldwide. This affected her abilities to grow up as a normal child and deprived her of things that all of us would have taken for granted. Instead of being outside and playing as normal children would, she would stay inside and read as best she could out of the sunlight. Her mother was in denial about her problem and kept constantly pressuring her to go outside and play with the other children, still not accepting that her own child had terrible difficulty doing this. She adapted as best she could. Through her teenage years she had to have welders lenses fashioned into sunglasses so that she could see at all.
We met when I was 17 during the summer of '73 when I was working at a gas station. For me, it was love at first sight, but she had started going out with a friend of mine (who later I realized was the biggest back stabber who ever lived) and I gave up hope. One night she came over to his house. I was staying there because his mother had to go into the hospital for an extended stay and asked me to stay there to keep an eye on things. She came to my bedroom one night and just sat down to talk. We talked all night. This, of course, enraged my "friend" who started a campaign to destroy me. She knew him, and human nature in general, a lot better than I did. She invited me out on our first date and the rest is history. I knew then and there that we were meant to be together for the rest of our lives. My first Epiphany.
We were married in June of 1976. Throughout our lives together, she has been everything to me. Her eyesight became progressively worse and she had to give up working and driving in the '80s. She has been effectively housebound ever since. Never one to complaint or have expectations of sympathy. She has shaped me into the man I have become. I'm nowhere near perfect. But I do know that she is my entire reason for living.
Happy Birthday baby.
We met when I was 17 during the summer of '73 when I was working at a gas station. For me, it was love at first sight, but she had started going out with a friend of mine (who later I realized was the biggest back stabber who ever lived) and I gave up hope. One night she came over to his house. I was staying there because his mother had to go into the hospital for an extended stay and asked me to stay there to keep an eye on things. She came to my bedroom one night and just sat down to talk. We talked all night. This, of course, enraged my "friend" who started a campaign to destroy me. She knew him, and human nature in general, a lot better than I did. She invited me out on our first date and the rest is history. I knew then and there that we were meant to be together for the rest of our lives. My first Epiphany.
We were married in June of 1976. Throughout our lives together, she has been everything to me. Her eyesight became progressively worse and she had to give up working and driving in the '80s. She has been effectively housebound ever since. Never one to complaint or have expectations of sympathy. She has shaped me into the man I have become. I'm nowhere near perfect. But I do know that she is my entire reason for living.
Happy Birthday baby.
