The Meeting
It seems only yesterday, I attended an employee summer picnic,
Only on the job for one week, twenty-three years young,
Having just moved 7 hours’ drive away from all of my immediate
family,
No longer a resident of TN, but a (South) Carolina girl,
Barely settled into my new apartment, alone, on my own, for
the first time,
Completed four years of college and yet very naive in life
relationships,
From out of nowhere, a highly energetic, bright-eyed, blonde-headed
young man appeared,
With the bluest eyes and the excitement of a child, he
introduced himself,
He was an identical twin; unforgettable and very personable,
but sarcastic,
Sarcastic in a way that was supposed to be funny, but came
across kind of rude,
He was bubbling over with questions and truly interested in
what the answers would be,
He was an in-your-face, not- much- personal- space kind of
guy,
He got my attention like no one had ever done before; I
wanted to get to know him more,
He was to be my future husband, the father of our three
sons,
That was April 27, 1983 in McLeod Park picnic shelter, Florence, SC,
Fast forward, in the twinkle of an eye, 37 years went by,
There were good times; There were very difficult times;
In 2020, after 33 years of marriage and two years as a widow,
I have felt the loss of a companion, a husband, a provider, my Superman,
Believe me when I say: you don’t know what you’ve got, until
it is gone!
Tammy Harvey
Written: 8/24/2020
Photo: August 27, 2015
Awe!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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