What happened to the man I met 52 years ago

This is so lovely to read, but I'm sorry for your loss, Bluebellwould.

I met and married my husband within ten weeks in the summer of 1978. We were married for 40 years and 3 months until cancer took him from me.
In the first card he ever gave me before our wedding he wrote
“The love that I have is all that I have, and all that I have is yours”. And so it turned out to be.
I’m in tears writing this, god I miss him so much.

”Grow old with me, the best is yet to be”

My DH once gave me a card with that written on it

We, too, met 52 years ago.

We are lucky aren’t we, to have them?

It’s not Mills and Boon, it’s no Hollywood blockbuster, it’s just having a kind, supportive, caring other half, without whom we would feel only half human.

“Grow old with me, the best is yet to be”.

Urmstongran

What a lovely thread kitty..

I’ve known Himself 50 years. When we met I was 17y and he was 19y. Babies really, looking back.

Yesterday he made a huge pan of chilli to save both me and our daughter having to cook Sunday lunch as today would have been my mum’s 90th birthday. Almost four years on we all miss the matriarch of the family and although ‘next up’ I’m only doing my best.

Plus it was lovely listening to his kindness yesterday. He set up ‘Mousetrap’ (who on earth has the patience for those fiddly plastic pieces?’) to amuse L’il Miss. Then half an hour later our Boy Wonder wandered in saying ‘can we play chess grandad?’.

My heart melts.
This is the person who, in 1972 had platform shoes, long hair and sideboards (think ‘Slade’) and chewed gum (ugh!).

Every now and again when I awake I look over to his pillow and think ‘who is this old bugger lying next to me?’.

He must think the same. We are no longer young with dreams and plans.

And then I remember.
He’s the man I love. Who puts us all first. Who shows his love not in words but by being a provider. Dependable and true, over those years. My sweetheart.

Who irritates the life out of me sometimes.
As I’m sure I do him.

That is so lovely ?

What a lovely thread kitty..

I’ve known Himself 50 years. When we met I was 17y and he was 19y. Babies really, looking back.

Yesterday he made a huge pan of chilli to save both me and our daughter having to cook Sunday lunch as today would have been my mum’s 90th birthday. Almost four years on we all miss the matriarch of the family and although ‘next up’ I’m only doing my best.

Plus it was lovely listening to his kindness yesterday. He set up ‘Mousetrap’ (who on earth has the patience for those fiddly plastic pieces?’) to amuse L’il Miss. Then half an hour later our Boy Wonder wandered in saying ‘can we play chess grandad?’.

My heart melts.
This is the person who, in 1972 had platform shoes, long hair and sideboards (think ‘Slade’) and chewed gum (ugh!).

Every now and again when I awake I look over to his pillow and think ‘who is this old bugger lying next to me?’.

He must think the same. We are no longer young with dreams and plans.

And then I remember.
He’s the man I love. Who puts us all first. Who shows his love not in words but by being a provider. Dependable and true, over those years. My sweetheart.

Who irritates the life out of me sometimes.
As I’m sure I do him.

You are correct there Chewy. The women behind the throne!

Quite agree Kim19; "behind every great man is an even greater woman"!

Sounds absolutely lovely and a perfectly gentle transformation. Maybe, just maybe, you played a small part in moulding this treasure?!!