A Memorial of a sort
I am so saddened that he has died. It has occurred to me that there has likely not been a day that he has not crossed my mind since he was 18 and I was 17, in 1960. Yet, we have not lived together for almost 40 years.
Our very first date was on a Sunday evening, in February 1961 to go to Evensong at Christ Church in Dartmouth, where we were married on June 17, 1967. We dated a long time, with a break up here and there – his doing. Then I left in April, 1984. He did not want me to leave.
We went to our Dartmouth High reunion together in June 1986.
He gave up asking me to go back with him in the late summer 1986 when my now husband and I bought a house together.
Mart and I did not divorce until Aug 13, 1991. We raised our late son, Robin, and step-daughter (my niece) together apart. Kindly and respectfully, until it blew up quietly. About 1995. Mart had remarried September 1991.
Many of our friends who knew and admired Mart sent me messages of condolences and some attended his funeral in support of our loss. The minister was warm and inclusive, speaking to me of our son privately, after the service. She did not know of Robin’s death. I am so grateful for all that.
The other day a friend sent this photo of a group of friends from a dance in 1962, Someone colorized it. We were having a grand time and some of us were laughing hard at something. I wish I could remember what it was! Mart’s jacket was getting away! My dress actually had blue flowers, but I didn’t argue! I had blue shoes too, as I recall. Blue was his favourite colour.
1962 was a good year for balls and proms for Mart and me!
I will likely continue to think of him most days forever. He was a good guy who was a good father while he could be and have peace in his life at the same time. He had to make some tough choices to get by.
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