Todays post will go down in "Allison's memory " as being one of my favorites.My husband Dave did not have a very good childhood, matter of fact a pretty shitty childhood as far as childhoods go.He never ever even knew who his father was and still does not 62 years later.
(My father died two weeks ago yesterday and we have been to southern, Ca. and back for his funeral)
When he met my Dad 6 1/2 years ago, him and my Dad hit it off just great. My husband always told me my dad was like the dad he never had, and my father always told me and my husband that if we were to ever break up (Dave and I) that the door would remain open to Dave (and I am sure of that).
Anyway it has been a real rough couple weeks for us, always thinking and reminiscing. My poor husband is taking it rather hard, so the reason I say that the pictures today will go down in my memory is, a local man who has been here in this town forever happened to drive by and see Dave and I . His name is Ray. Ray has been friends with Dave forever and I was introduced when Dave and I got together. He is considered by us as a very dear friend, and when Dave saw him today, Dave smiled.
The first smile I have seen in a couple weeks.
I think I need say no more.
Ray and Dave
Just Ray
Yup, it was real heartwarming to me to see my husband smile, actually laugh again.
