A woman that I love

I must tell you, this story may sound a little strange to you. Who is this woman? My mother? My sister? My friend? Well, I do declare, a resounding yes to all three questions! Actually, she is the first wife and absolute soulmate of my husband. I love this woman. Does that sound strange to you? Well, let me tell you the story.

I never had the pleasure of meeting this dear woman. She died two years before I met my husband. Her death was utterly devastating to him. She is and remains irreplaceable. That is just the way that it is. A loved one can never be replaced. The pain and void that their loss produces can be alleviated though. That's where I come in. I did that for my husband. I felt an instant kinship with him. I often have that sensation with people and I want to comfort them as well. So, my husband took a chance in placing his heart in my hands after such a tragic loss. She died from cancer. Such an enemy. I hate the very word. Cancer. The worst profanity known to man. Anyway, I love my husband's first wife because she helped to mold him into the man that he is today. I am grateful to her for that. Besides, I know her through the stories that my husband has told me. I have learned a lot from her. I love the photographs of her that my husband has and he has a lot. They were married for twenty five years so you can imagine the quantity of pictures! Anyway, this is a photograph that I particularly like. I just wanted to share it with all of my friends. Wasn't she pretty? Yep, a natural beauty and a real salt of the earth human being. A true kinswoman! Oh, by the way, the butterfly had actually landed on her face. You see, beauty is attracted to beauty!

 

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