My Knight in Shining Armor

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