I did, I waited 30 years and I kissed a lot of toads and married a couple too.
This morning a friend sent me a text and it touched my heart because she has known me for that same amount of time and she really liked Larry.
This is what she wrote:
Just finished your wonderful book. Most people in life will never experience the love you had with Larry, may his memories warm your heart and lead you through. I am so proud of you. I love you and please keep writing.
Here I am writing and yes, there are more books. What she doesn’t know, what most people do not know is that it was 2 years ago today that I honored Larry’s advanced directives and had him removed from the ventilator and moved to hospice.
In the greater scheme of things, I don’t know if the day he stroked was the worst day of my life or if going with him to hospice was. We had carried hope in our hearts for 10 days and removing him from the ventilator meant all hope was gone.
I wrote in my book about those 30 years I looked for deep and abiding loyal love.
Chapter 24 is titled “Superlove” and begins with this quote:
“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there
you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.’ ”
To explain it I am sharing part of that chapter here today to honor Larry and the depth of his love for me.
When we met, I was intrigued. I liked him. I could tell he was one of the good guys, white hat, white bandana, and a white horse. However, a spark was missing.
The truth is that I wasn’t allowing the spark to light the fire that would result in smoldering embers of true love because along the way I had been damaged enough to believe I did not deserve what was standing right in front of me.
I was broken. I felt unworthy.
Then one day it hit me that Larry was everything I had been looking for in a life partner. I had asked God to send me the gift of a man I could rely on, a man I could trust with my heart, a man who would always take care of me, and there he was.
I had been having problems making the leap from hoping I would find someone to believing I had found someone. I had a duel going on inside my heart and my head between the words hope and faith.
I had been hoping all those years, and hoping led me right to Larry. I almost did not see that hope and become faith until I heard my therapist’s words from five years ago. That was the kick in the ass I needed.
Hope when you reduce it down to its simplest definition is a feeling of expectation. We all say that we hope something will happen.
Faith, though, is different; it is belief and trust that it will happen.
There is a difference. Once I learned it, I could see how it physically manifested itself in my life. Hope would make me think Oh please, oh please, oh please, and I could see myself popping a sweat. Faith is a way of believing that something can happen in the future.
Faith whispered in my ear, It is here now. Faith gives you relief because you realize everything happened just the way you had hoped. Faith cannot exist without hope.
I had hoped for years that a man of Larry’s caliber would fall into my life, and through the miracle of technology and online dating services, it all came together.
Thirty years. It took 30 years, and we only had 20 years to explore every nuance of what made us both so special to each other.
Thirty years of mistakes.
Thirty years of unhappiness.
Thirty years of loneliness.
Thirty years of tears.
I was done, despite those who wanted to make me all undone for one night, or one week, and leave me in a crumpled mess on the floor.
My energy was gone, spent by those who did not want to stay, and just when I felt used up, the man I called a beast found me. He was captivated, mystified, and intrigued, as if I were the finest wine he had ever brought to his lips and had until now, never tasted.
He got down on the floor with me. All the love he had longed for encircled him like a ring of fire, and eventually that ring of fire surrounded me, and we could see forever in each other’s eyes.
Loving each other was better than anything or anyone who had come before. His forever ended, leaving me to lie on the floor where the rings of fire had once burned extinguished by my tears.
My beloved husband, Lawrence F. Sanek.
5/14/46—3/3/19 he lived his dash very well.
As I read these words today I know in my heart he was worth waiting for, and we had 20+ wonderful years and I am so grateful he loved me. I am so grateful we found each other. I miss him with every beat of my heart and I love him more than ever with every day.
Thank you for reading this today.