Age and Love

Looking back when I was sixteen, I was in the Army and on my way to war. I took on a war bride at seventeen; she was twenty-two. I shipped her home as I made my way home on military transport. My parents meet her and treated her as their own daughter.

We remained married for five years and her actions cost me my military career. But turn to a blessing for me, a daughter whom I would later raise. My daughter was two when the trouble started in the military. Her mother gave her up because of her lifestyle, and I regained my daughter when she was six years old.

The change for my daughter who did not remember me was hard on her. She could not believe I was her father till I whispered in her ear, “You have a birthmark where the angels kissed you; it’s a heart.” She grasped me around the neck and we cried together. She has been my joy all these nearly fifty years. The Story does not end there; I have two grandchildren and now a great grandson from my daughter.

Yes, I remarried at twenty-two and she was nineteen years old. We had eloped in secret, and she remained living with her mother and family to help her mother, who divorced and struggling financially.

We planned a wedding for the family on our first anniversary, which was also the bride’s twenty birthday. We remained married for twenty-eight years and five children later. She left to visit mom and did not come back. She wanted a career and could not leave her children. But I was no longer need after putting the kids through college.

She put me out to pasture, spending most of my life married and having a companion, a friend and someone to love. Life did not stop there, now in my late fifties working at the career I always desire, making a just short of six figures a year.

Met a young lady five years younger than myself, with two children; In short, we were married two years, and she got the gold mine and I got the shaft.

Sometime had passed, I moved back to my hometown and spent time with my dad. Mom had passed away seventeen years earlier, and he still mourned for her.

It was this example and my desire to spend my life with someone till death do us part; I had failed. The love my mother and father had was what I wanted. My parents were married forty years, when mom passed.

Time waits for no one, love or loss.

I met a lady seven years younger, and I have married us for twelve years. Her parents had the same love as my parents. My new bride has two daughters which are amazing young ladies both working in their careers and looking for the person they want to live with for the rest of their lives together.

Love is not only an emotion; it is a commitment to live life together always through thick and thin. My bride and I when we were married only ten months we found I had inoperable cancer. Not long after this we found my wife had a growth in her brain. We have toughed it out and we support one another with love and knowledge, wisdom and understanding. We both place our love in the creator of all things and one another.

And if a man prevail against him that is alone, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken. (Ecclesiastes 4:12)