Monday, April 11, 2011
Loving Two Men
He fathered two sons, supported us financially, and was faithful until Jack Daniels became a mistress with whom I couldn't compete. That didn't erase my love for him, I simply moved on. We remained friends over the past fifteen years, and a whole month never passed that he didn't call and remind me how beautiful I was and that I would always be the love of his life. Well, I'll never hear those words again, because he died yesterday.
I cried until I had no more tears, then saved up some and cried some more. I spent the day, sifting through forty years of memories, recalling the good times instead of the bad. I'm very fortunate that my current husband met and liked Dale, and held me when I cried. I'd lost a big chunk of me because since H.S. I haven't been without Dale in my life in some way or another. We've worked together to help our kids, and there have been times when he helped me. He always felt he owed me something, but he didn't. He was a wonderful man, and since there is going to be no funeral or memorial, I honor his memory with today's blog: Dale Wayne Jones, born March 7, 1945 and passed from this world on April 9th, 2011. I'd like also to dedicate the following song to him, remembering how looking at him made my heart hurt, I loved him so.