I Do.

My life fell to little pieces when my mom died, truly…for what felt like so long (but was only a few months in actuality), I had only my oversized German Sheperd to wake up for in the mornings. He kept me going through the motions of life when I lacked the motivation to live.

Taking care of my dying mama made it impossible to avoid the anticipated grief that eventually enveloped me. I knew it was coming, and when it came, I guess I kinda leaned into it, didn’t I? Because there I was with empty pockets, a hollowed heart, and a head full of various regrets.

And, out of the clear blue sky, dropped a bomb that exploded in my heart and soul. I met HIM. This counterpart to my every light and darkness; All punk rockabilly, A humaninty-soaked bartender, A man of any trade, A sense of humor that is fucking hilarious and a story (we all have a story) that’s very real. I fell in love: true love – in real life – face to face – with this insanely sexy and incredible man who walked into my world by total surprise when I had hit the bottom. Things seemed right. And they were.
We made each other.
We were happy just being together.

And then, his town burnt down and he went away. Away from me. The “we” that we’d created disappeared into the night of my life’s dreams …and it was over. Again, I walked around half empty, half dead.

Then, I found him again.