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Oh, Boy! I'm crying. It's not a bad cry. It's a heart flush. Does that make sense? I have a story in the works to explain what a heart flush is. Thanks to all of you who were concerned about Ginny's finger. She is in a brace for at least six weeks. It's not slowing her down. My little girl is a tough one. As you know, I post an old story in the middle of the week. I found this one. I read it and cried. This story was posted last year. It was mine and Ginny's first anniversary. We belonged to a group on the internet for widows and widowers. It is the group I met Ginny. I posted a message to the group, and Ginny responded to the group. It is all explained in the original. Our First The Memorial Day weekend was special for Ginny and I. We celebrated our first wedding anniversary. On Friday night I barbecued and she rested. Actually, she was so tired she fell asleep. I couldn't wake her up, so she slept the night on the sofa. She felt terrible for doing that on our anniversary, but I assured her, it was OK. She was tired and obviously needed the rest. We spent our afternoon on Saturday buying flowers and planting them in our various flower pots, to distribute around our home. Sunday we saw the new "Star Wars" movie, which Ginny loved. I'm not a fan of science fiction, but if Ginny wants to see "Star Wars," then I'm going with her. I have to admit, I did enjoy the special effects. Monday we finished off our celebrating by having lunch at one of our favorite places, "Macaroni Grill." We also discovered something interesting that day. On our way home from the movie, we stopped to investigate some strange birds, we spotted a few weeks back. They were green. We've never seen green birds in New Jersey before. They were nesting in a metal structure at the entrance to a housing complex. The nests were three feet high, made of sticks, and had several openings for the birds to enter and exit. At home, we checked our bird books against the pictures we had taken and were surprised to learn that they were monk parakeets. They are believed to have been accidentally released, when a crate broke open at JFK Airport in 1967. Since then, they have adapted to our climate and are quickly spreading throughout the USA north east, and some have gone as far as Canada. As you may know from reading my other stories, both Ginny and I have lost spouses to liver failure. Her and I met in an online support group for widows and widowers. We stayed with the group to offer support to those new to widowhood. The night before our wedding anniversary, I posted a note to the group thanking Ginny for a wonderful year. I want to share it with all of you. The love I have for Ginny grows stronger each day. I loved her last year, and I love her more now. Below is my note and below that is Ginny's response: Michael Smith I want to publicly thank Ginny for the most wonderful year of marriage, her love, her laughter, her warmth, her support, and most of all, her friendship. Ginny, less than two years ago my life was empty. I was so alone and unhappy. You came into my life, pushed the rain, the clouds, the gloom and the fog away. The sun broke through and my heart swelled with love, like the flowers opening in the spring. Where there was cold winter, there is now warm summer. My garden of love had wilted and shriveled, but you watered it with your attention, and it sprang back to life. I love you and wish you a happy anniversary. We have the rest of our lives before us. I know we will not waste one moment of it. We will laugh, love and live our marriage to its fullest until it is our turn to journey to heaven. Thank you, baby. Mikey Ginny responded with this. No! Thank You! For those of you who aren't familiar with our story, let me fill you in. Mike and I were married to alcoholics. No matter how much love you pour out, it is very rarely returned. The alcohol is their first love. It is a lonely, empty life, but you love them so much, you can't bare to leave them. You still keep the hope that you can make the difference, that your love is strong enough to make them quit. Then, there are the medical problems they develop. They repeatedly go into the hospital, where they are told to quit or they will die. They promise to quit, raise your hopes and then they return to their old ways. Money becomes a problem, because they are spending every dime on alcohol and/or being fired from work. Through it all, you continue to love them and hope. After Harvey died, I decided I was going to be alone for the rest of my life. I didn't want to "work" at a relationship and, let's face it, I was 42 years old. How could I start over again? After a few months, I started thinking again about what I would want in a new relationship. I was listening to my favorite group and really listened to a particular song and told myself, that is what I wanted. The song was "Completely" by Diamond Rio. I wanted someone I could love completely and would love me completely! Yeah, right! Good luck at 42 years old. I decided then that I would put it in God's hands. If there was someone out there for me, "He" would bring us together. If not, so be it. I was satisfied with where I was in my life. One night, a new member joined my support group. He was in so much pain. His wife had died just a few days prior and he was writing her eulogy. My heart ached for him. It touched me that he would do this. Let's face it, not many of us could. Not that we didn't want to, just that we can't. Her memorial service was to be on his birthday. As the weeks went by, he posted more and more. As he did, this amazing sense of humor started showing itself, and his giving, loving heart became more apparent. He posted many of his stories and gave us a peek at his heart. I found myself looking forward to his posts and smiling to myself more and more. A bunch of us would chat in the chat room and help me set him up. Knowing, by then, he was the kind of person who could not let an opening go, we left many to see what he would say. Laugh? Oh my God! I never laughed so much, as I did on those evenings. I knew that this person was special. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be with someone who could make you laugh like that for the rest of your life? OK! Long story kind of short. One night, in the chat room, I posted my number for a woman who was really going through a rough time. He instant-messaged me and asked if this was really my number. "Yes." I said. "May I call you?" "Yes." "Tonight?" "Yes." I said, and got up and did a little dance. From that moment on, we were on the phone with each other every single day. Every waking moment we were free, we were talking on the phone. Romance was not on our minds, it was just a wonderful friendship between two people whose spouses died from the same disease. I knew, though, that I had to meet this man. I had the time and I had the means, so on January 29, 2004, I flew to Fort Lee, NJ to meet this wonderful, amazing man. No fear. No qualms. With the first hug, I knew this was where I belonged. I just came home. Michael, I have never in my life felt love so complete, as the love you give to me. You aren't just my husband, you are my best friend, my soul mate. You make me complete. The loves that we lost, and they were so very lost, gave us beautiful gifts: our children, our strength, and the ability to love each other completely. What wonderful legacies. God looked down on us and said, "It's time. Go and spread you love-light on all you meet and talk to." I love you, Michael. You Complete me. Gin Completely Diane Warren Completely, wanna give my love completely. I'd rather be alone, than be in love just half the way. I want to find someone that I can trust. Completely, wanna give my heart completely To someone who'll completely give their heart to only me. And when I find that one, That's when I'll fall in love. Chorus Completely, Not half but whole. With heart and soul, Completely. Not in between, But everything, Completely. That's the way it's got to be. The way I want someone to fall in love with me. Forever, wanna feel the word forever, And know there'll be somebody there forever by my side. And when that feeling comes, That's when I'll give my love Repeat chorus It's all or nothing at all for this heart of mine. And I won't give up this heart, till the day I find Someone who needs me. Repeat chorus The way I need someone to fall in love with me. You can hear a clip of the song at: http://gofish.about.com/detail.html?gfid=10-207477 Look for the song "Completely." ****************** I love your comments. Please send them to mtsmith@qwestonline.com. To read more stories or to sign up for my ezine, got to: http://archives.zinester.com/86758 Please share my stories, but I ask that you include the links for new members to join. To unsubscribe, see: http://www.zinester.com/cgi/unsub.cgi?86758&0& Now some comments on my past stories: I have spelled "Breast" wrong in my warning this week. I spelled it "Breat." I tried to do a good deed, and came out lookinglike an Idiot. It's OK. I'm used to it...smile To the story, "You Don't Have to Be Original." Michael, Another great story! You never disappoint. I also wanted to thank you for passing along the info for Parent's Wish. I also cried, it is beautiful. Then I, too, passed it along to my friends and family. Thanks. Patricia *********** Concerning my story, "Kneading the Bread." Michael enjoyed your story about "The Bread machine" thanks for the reminder about our children also. As far as Ginny and her finger, (ouch)(I di the same thing with a toe, was dancing barefoot, did a turn, toe caught in carpet and did not turn with the rest of me) oh well. When I tore the ligaments in my thumb, the doctor told me after a week in the splint that I should use the thumb normally(without splint) for about and hour a day so the rest of the ligaments and muscles in my thumb area would not get weak. Sandy From my inspirational buddy on the other side of the world: Great story Mike - thanks as usual for taking the time to make a difference in our mixed up world. I reckon Ginny was "giving you the finger" 'cos she found that you'd spilled your breakfast on the carpet - and she hit something whilst thrusting her hand into the air :) That'll teach her :) Love and good stuff to you and Ginny Mike - keep waving buddy - I can see ya! Philster ************* From an old friend back in Nova Scotia: Poor Ginny, Sure hope she keeps the splint on it. I'm kind of a klutz also I have broken a few toes and my baby finger BUT I am a big baby and cried , Charlie is the one who laughed! Big hugs to Ginny Alice *************** Oh blessings Mike ! I love these stories and am sending them to my mum who will appreciate them so much. She and my father feed birds in the way you describe every morning even though they are both old and frail and they have also stuck together in their relationship through thick and thin. As they are coming towards the end of their days together they will be very moved by your story of the robins I know. Thank you for your gift. love Rachel ****************** Concerning the breast cancer warning: God bless you Mike for passing this important information along. I so enjoy our writing and look forward to each installment. Love and hugs to you and your precious Ginny. Sincerely, Nancy ******************** Concerning my story, "You Don't Have to be Original Michael, Truer words were never spoken. Sometimes it does both, beat you down and then eventually make you stronger. Thank God I am not totally alone. I have family and good friends to help me get through it. Keep wavin' Patty ****************** I think your stories are great. I love them when i have time to read them. they are inspirational, funny and I always get what I need. Thank you for putting all your hard work. Thank you. Suzanne ******************** Regarding the breast cancer warning: Dear Mike: Praying our Lord will open the way for the publisher of His choosing. The talent is there, and with His publisher, success is sure to follow. God bless you in your journey! Sincerely, Nancy ***************** |
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