6 days
from now will be our Wedding Anniversary.
If Elohim
hadn’t needed Bob to be Home, we would be looking forward to celebrating 45
years of constant togetherness and never-ending love.
But, when Elohim calls - you go.
So, this year …
I will be
– alone – reflecting on the GOOD LIFE Bob gave me, and continuing to love him
with never-ending love.
Some of the
things (things that are okay to share publicly ;-)) I will be thinking
on out loud, are how Bob was ALWAYS a handsome fella. And he was ALWAYS smiling
– or laughing.
Even from
the beginning of his life.
I feel
BLESSED to have been a recipient of that overflowing love.
He had so
much love to give.
And he
gave ALL of it TO ME in 1974: the smiles, the laughter, the never-ending love
:-D
This is how it all began: 1949. Bob's baby picture: handsome with a ready smile; even then.
1950. Bob’s baby picture before he was burned.
Bob was
in a house fire when he was a baby; the house they lived in at the time, caught
on fire. His dad had only one chance to save Bob’s life – he ran around the
house to the window where Bob’s crib was, wrapped a shirt around his hand/arm
& punched the window in; making a wild grab, that he hoped was where Bob was
lying - Bob Sr. knew he only had 1 chance to get Bob out alive. He grabbed a handful of blankets and pulled it through the window: BOB
WAS IN IT!
Thank God!
But that bunch of blankets was in flames.
His little red wagon was toast. I don’t think he ever got another one, because he had to learn to walk all over again. And that took time.
Bob was
severely burned in that fire. His feet, legs, and arms were scarred by the
flames - those scars were very visible when he tanned. His throat & lungs had been seared: and all his life Bob had to
have foods that were moist in some way. He loved sauces & gravies on his
foods … so that is how I cooked for him.
For a while Bob was self-conscious of those scars. But I would kiss them ... ALL OF THEM, and tell him his body was beautiful. And the self-consciousness disappeared. Bob had a beautiful body. And the scars didn't matter.
Bob & his Grandpa Smalley in Rosburg, WA 1952 – I think. It looks about right to be that timeframe.
Bob’s Kindergarten picture. 1955. Those beautiful Asian eyes! And that smile ...
Even
THEN, he was a handsome fella; with those adorable Asian eyes and easy smile
that could melt a heart ;-)
Our
grandson looks like Bob – I am so glad there is such a resemblance to Bob.
Azariah will grow up to be one handsome man!
September 1956 – Bob’s 1st Grade picture. 1956
Just look
at that little cutie!
He is a
little more self-assured now; having been out and about, socializing for a
whole year.
And he
was totally oblivious as to how his life was about to change. LOL
Here … in
the PNW, he was skipping rocks across water, playing with his siblings (I think
Ralph & Merry had joined the family by then), and making friends in the Valley:
he had NO CLUE whatsoever that across the USA, I was getting ready to be born ;-)
It would
have been nice if Elohim had whispered that in his ear – it would have spared
Bob a divorce later on. LOL
December 1956 - Naval Hospital, Great Lakes. Illinois
Meanwhile,
across the country, in the Midwest, I had finally arrived.
There
were no Angel choirs announcing my arrival; so, Bob still was not clued in. He just
kept on doing whatever it was that 7 year old boys did throughout their days.
My
parents were pretty excited though ;-)
Fast-forward to 1965/1966 timeframe: Bob was a teenager, working his first ‘mature job’, that was not family-related – he started work in Illwaco, where the family lived at that time, working Charter Boats. I can tell, in this picture, that he was feeling nervous by the way he pulled his shoulders up – and the way he rolled his foot: no one else would notice these things like I do. I KNEW him. I loved him …
My
father, Jay Brockway, had at this point in time come to the PNW looking for
work (and we were still in Minnesota; we had not yet joined him). Bob, though
he did not know it then … was working with my father: Elohim STILL had not
clued him in.
BOB. 1967
In 1967, Bob was
18, and a handsome man.
My
mother, and us kids had, by now, joined my father in the PNW – and was living in
Skamokawa. Bob lived in Cathlamet.
We went
to school on the same school grounds.
“The Face”
caught my attention when he walked by!
I was
only 10 … but I KNEW he was THE ONE for me: Cupid’s dart hit me hard
& my heart told me there was no doubt – none whatsoever. I waited, every
day – with baited breath – for him to walk past me so I could get my fill of
eye-candy. LOL
But Bob
did not see me. His mind was on other things: he was not interested in a little
girl, standing at the corner of the school building with a heart full of love.
Bob did
not know what I knew: his heart was fickle because he had not been clued in.
Somehow, when Elohim had dispatched Cupid … Bob had been overlooked with that
very important message!
Because his
heart never got the message (stupid Cupid!), he went on to break my heart the next
school year: he never walked past my starving eyes again – he had graduated;
and got married December 21st, 1968… I turned 11, December 29th.
And more than just my toes were blue that year …
And
again, Jay & Bob were working together again; when Jay switched jobs and
started working for Durrah-Martin's logging outfit. But it didn’t matter:
someone else was Bob’s father-in-law. Cupid really screwed up >:-P
1973 - Me/July. Bob had kept this picture of me with his personal stuff: I found it when I was sorting through his things this winter - guess he liked it. He didn't know me at this point in time.
By 1970 (the year Bob's son was born), my parents
had divorced & my mother had remarried. My family moved from Skamokawa “into
town” in 1971, which was Cathlamet.
Bob was
living in Cathlamet too.
And He and Gloria had separated November 1st, 1973.
And He and Gloria had separated November 1st, 1973.
I didn’t know
that.
We were
BOTH clueless.
We were
both pretty angry with confused Cupid at this point in time.
Doug was
doing his thing … Gloria and Bob were doing their thing (or, NOT, as was the
case since they were separated) … and I still pined for "the Face”: everyone
was playing the field; and no one was happy with stupid Cupid.
Here, I
am wearing the Army shirt Chuck sent me from Germany – where he was stationed
in the Army, in hopes I would favor him when he got back stateside. I did like
Chuck … but Doug was my fella and we had an ‘understanding’ even though playing
the field – we wanted to “be sure” when the noose was slipped on ;-)
And my
heart ALWAYS whispered, “They are not ‘the Face’”.
My eye
hungered for … and my heart pined for, ‘the Face’.
I had it
B.A.D.
For
someone who was fickle enough to break my heart, for Pete’s sake!
For all
the {playing the field} … NO ONE really stood a chance against ‘the Face’.
It really
was unfair. For everyone – me included.
1973 - Me/Wenatchee. Again, Bob had kept this picture with his personal stuff - and I found it when sorting through those things this winter. In this picture, I was visiting my stepfather’s relatives. I was 16, and this trip was a “settling my mind” trip – there were a lot of questions about where my life was going … and there were no concrete answers.
Doug
& I were still playing footsies.
I was
still getting reminders & queries from Chuck: this situation was
complicated.
Stupid
Cupid finally woke up and snapped to attention – Elohim was dispatching him
again; and this time, he would get it right ;-)
The next
year I would be married to Bob.
April 19th,1974. Our 1st Date
It was
fate. There had really been no escape from this date … but
because Cupid had been off-mark for 7 looong and frustrating years, it took a
while to happen.
And things
got complicated before Bob was finally clued in.
Bob got
married, and was in the midst of a messy divorce with a 4 year old son.
I grew
up.
We FINALLY
MET face-to-face!
And Bob
noticed me.
All grown
up & footloose ;-)
Elohim
finally clued Bob in, and Cupid’s arrow aimed true this time. Bob picked up his
phone, and called me for a date, April 19th, 1974.
((((HAPPY
DAY!))))
Doug and
I had played footsies for SO long, I tired of the game and quit ‘understanding’.
THE FACE
WAS IN MY LIFE!
I was
walking on a cloud.
And I
broke the news to Chuck that though I liked him – I LOVED BOB, and always
had. I was dating Bob; and praying like crazy for a more solid relationship
– not necessarily marriage, but something similar.
Bob and I
started dating in earnest the middle of April. We were together constantly. But
marriage scared me – and I thought Bob was a glutton for punishment to want to
get married again, so soon after a failed marriage. By Summertime, I was
basically going home just to sleep and refresh my family's memory of what I looked like. LOL
And Bob
kept hounding me to get married. And I kept procrastinating. I loved him
desperately – but marriage scared me: I had never seen a happy, or successful one.
Ever.
By the
end of August 1974, Bob & I were married: he finally talked me into marrying
him ;-)
It was
the BEST thing he ever talked me into. And I never regretted it.
Chuck did
come back Stateside, and really tried to like Bob. He eventually got married
himself. I was happy for him. He was a good guy … but he wasn’t meant for me.
Bob was
meant for me.
Always.
And he
was finally clued in.
Bob’s Senior Picture (1967) & our Wedding Picture (1974): talk about 'taking the long way home!' It took a while ... but we finally got there ;-)
Those
looong 7 years of loose ends were finally securely tied.
And that
tie was never severed; until December 14th, 2018.
From now on, all I will have to keep me company on our Anniversary, will be a picture of when our life together began - and a little Remembrance Urn with some of Bob in it (to be laid to rest with me when Elohim calls me Home). And maybe a beer - for old times' sake: we did have a beer the night we got married ;-) But, if Rainier Beer falls by the wayside, there won't be a beer included ...
Bob
graduated to a higher & better life, but he is always present.
In my
heart – forever: nothing in that aspect has changed … and never will. There
will never be another man in my life. No one has ever – nor can they ever –
compete with ‘the Face’. When I fell in love, it really was forever.
In his
children & grandchildren … and great-grandchildren (if
there are ever any): he left his DNA behind - and that will move forward as
long as time moves forward and his DNA multiplies.
In the
lives of those who came in contact with him – family & friends.
No one could help being affected by his character, mannerisms, or encouragements:
they can’t help passing this small part of him on, because imprints become a
part of human nature. Those imprints will move forward as long as time moves
forward: people, even unaware, pass on imprints.
I love
you, Babe.
Always.
OX
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