Dreams to Disaster

Today we're supposed to do something on the letter "D" and I was racking my brain trying to come up with something original. I started thinking about my late husband and how when we were married in June of 1973 we had such DREAMS for our life. He was a Darling man with a devilish sense of humour. We aDored each other and were going to have a wonDerful life together.

exiting the church to the strains of the MenDelssohn's WeDDing March

Dad built this arbour and flew in orange blossoms from California.
This photo was enlarged, framed, and displayed in the front window of the photographer's studio for a year!

toasting our life together in my parents' dining room

We left the next morning for our three-week honeymoon at Brian's parents' place on Shuswap Lake, about a 5-hour drive away. The weather was great and because it was just before the school holidays, it was quiet and idyllic. We swam, hiked, took the boat out, built a bonfire every evening, and Brian serenaded me with his guitar.

I like to remember Brian driving the boat. He felt so free then.

One day, he insisted on taking my photo on the bow of the boat.

This is typical Brian - by the water with his guitar.

Here we are at our evening bonfire.

When we came home from our honeymoon, we saw that my mother had given the local newspaper one of our wedding photos and written something about the wedding. In those days, it was "de rigeur" to do so. This is the photo she submitted but pardon the condition as it's actually from the paper and got creased in the wedding album.

We had a wonDerful life together and he was a wonDerful Daddy to our two daughters. But our Dreams turned into DISASTER in 1992 when he got sick and enDeD up taking his own life out of Desperation. I look back on these photos and wonder how life would have been had he not been stricken with that horrid illness. It's been difficult to go on without him, and I thought that I might even marry again someday. No one has made me feel the way I did with him, though. At least, not yet. I look at these photos and my heart still flutters remembering the love we had and I hope that I might have that again - because that's what he wanted for me. I think it's because it's Valentine's Day tomorrow that got me thinking about my husband. But rest assured that I'm not depressed....only feeling a bit nostalgic.