There were a few important people. The first one was when I was about 12 or 13, and this man was connected with my father in his work. I felt very attracted to him and did everything I could to be around when he was there. He smoked small cigars and even now if I smell that particular cigar it takes me back to those days. He probably wasnt even aware of me but I was so sad when he went abroad to live. But when people say oh you dont know what love is etc etc then I just know how important he was to me.
Then much later I met a really lovely man who asked me to marry him and I wanted to. But although we did lots of lovely things it always ended up with drinking in a pub somewhere. I was happy to have the odd drink, but had seen a friends father make their families life a misery with his coming home drunk and that awful feeling of never knowing what he was going to be like if he was late. I became aware of the drinking and said if he could do without drinking for 6 months then we would be fine, but sadly even though he tried for a time, he went back to it, and so I gave him up, although I was very sad about it but couldnt cope with that.
The one that really mattered was my darling husband, and we had 40 years of real love together. Of course we had our ups and down and argued sometimes but never about the things that really mattered. We absolutely knew that we loved each other, and that is a great gift. We were a very romantic couple and did all sorts of things that were special. We always had cards both for valentines day, and another anniversary was the day we first met, and another a very special day to remember.
He used to also put valentines messages in both the local paper and in the Guardian too. I have little scraps of paper with the messages on them to treasure still. I miss him more than I can say especially at this time, but am blessed with some wonderful memories. I no longer live near our special tree but used to go and take a little picnic and a drink and sit there and think of him.
Our special place up in swaledale is where I go when things are tough or times like valentines day and sit and think of him there. Couldnt do that this year as I cannot drive due to the cataracts.Really missed going there but I can still think of us being there in the past Its that strange combination of feeling especially alone when there is so much emphasis on couples and being together, but it is a chance to remember wonderful times, meeting for a trip ip the river with a picnic in the dark. Driving up to the top of the moor and lying on a blanket looking at the stars and seeing a shooting star, sitting by the sea eating fish and chips, besides the more usual meals out etc. Keep making memories with your special person and they will be your treasures in years to come.