He was always my Knight in shining armor
Steadfast. Noble. Loyal. True.
Diligent. Brave. A man of faith.
In times long past I have no doubt
(and don’t exaggerate)
he would have had
a place at the Round Table
in King Arthur’s court
He was tall and strong. He
carried himself well. Handsome.
When he smiled I couldn’t
help but smile, too. Even if
I in a sorry mood. I couldn’t
resist his dimpled cheek. And his eyes
so blue. Oh! How I miss looking
into those eyes, bluer than the bluest sky
and seeing them lovingly look back at me
There was so much I liked about my
husband. My lover. My confident.
My trusted friend. He wasn’t one to
gossip or speak ill of another. But always
saw good in others, even those who
may have slighted him in some way.
His sense of fun, and the way we
played together. Marathon Cribbage
games, Ping Pong matches, cutting
trails in the woods. And how hard
he worked, his perseverance in starting,
and running what would become a
successful business.
He adored his Mother, and
my Mother. And our sons.
Never leaving a conversation with
either Garrett or Gavin before telling them
how much he loved them, and how
proud he was of them.
Never slow was he to help
me vacuum or scrub the toilets when
company coming. Or to change Gavin’s
diapers when he was a baby. Gary made me
feel I was the best at everything I did, whether
playing the piano, raising our children,
laying backyard pavers,
giving him a shave or writing this blog.
He encouraged me always.
Today would be his 80th birthday.
I reflect, and am blessed in the
good marriage we had, sharing over
half our lives together. If Gary my
Knight in shining armor, he made
me feel like his Queen. And together,
we lived happily in our kingdom fair
My darling Gary, remembering you
and loving you, always
December 14, 2020
