Come on in and join me for a cup of coffee today and I will share a small part of my previous life with you. No....this is not a post about reincarnation. LOL
My beautiful soul mate is my second husband. My first husband was the father of my two beautiful children.
We got married WAY to young...and really neither one of us knew what we were getting into.
He went to school...I worked...had kids...the usual hum drum of life went on.
However...inside this man's chest...beat the heart of a musician. Oh...that wasn't his vocation, he was a teacher; but every chance he got he was writing tunes, strumming his guitar, playing small gigs here and there.
Which meant, he was often not at home. I don't think I ever spent one New Year's Eve with him in the eleven year's we were married. The extra money he brought in with his playing was much needed, but you can only imagine all the difficulty his being gone caused. I felt he was sort of an absentee father....even when he was there.
Oh....and the jealousy...how can a woman compete with a guitar!!!...and I was certainly NOT MATURE enough to handle the situation in a positive manner. His first love truly was his MUSIC.
Fast forward..a number of years, we divorced, I remarried; he didn't.
He went on the road, playing and writing music....LIVING HIS DREAM.
He finally returned to AZ though, in his early 50's in an attempt to settle down and build a life for himself. We settled our differences...and spent many a holiday in each other's company during those years.
He died about 8 years ago, very young, I might add. Our grandson had just been born in June and he passed in September of the same year. He made sure he was at that baby's birth, since he has missed his own children's.
They played the music he had written at his funeral...it took my breath away, it was so very beautiful. He became very involved in a wonderful church community before he died, and there were hundred's of people at his funeral.
He was truly a VERY CREATIVE and remarkable man. I wish I could of been more mature to appreciate his creativity during the time I spent married to him.
I have kept the acoustic guitar we purchased during the time we were married. I hope someday to pass it onto my grandson..along with the wonderful stories about his wild grandpa "the traveling musician".
Have a beautiful day..