...I love him so.
He'll never know.
Streisand's Funny Girl may have held that thought for her Nicky Arnstein, that's not entirely mine. Yes, I love my man. My man knows. He always knows. It's in how I love him TODAY; a love I never imaged I would be experiencing in the way that I am. It's a love that propels a churning in my stomach, heaviness in my heart, and those intermittent feelings of despair that resonate.
My man, Boomer (his long-held nickname), has gone away. He died November 14th - 70 days ago.
When Boomer took me in his arms, for the first time, over 15 years ago, I knew my world was bright alright. I am his - forever more.
Our story is one of love. Deep love. Transforming love. Enduring love. Past and present. As I navigate these uncharted waters of simultaneous sorrow, solace and moving forward, I will share our story.
We've been given a tremendous gift, the gift of having each other in our lives, for all the time we were given - - however short. It is from this personal place of gratitude and understanding, that I sing along with Barbra...