He first saw me training my horse to prance...as he rode by on his Harley I also saw him.

Later I saw him again seeing me. Did my homework, he was involved. Left it alone.

A few months later he came in to my work place and made small talk. I took particular interest in him. Then he started to get up.....and up....and up....Dauuuuuumn he was tall! 6'6" tall! I said to him."damn don't you ever quit getting up?" He bagan to come in a lot. He did his homework as well. He knew I was an addict. He was many years clean. Ah ha!!! My teacher appeared. As did his student. We rode around in his 27 coupe, and had a blast. He took me to many meetings to understand my husbands (not living together but in the same house) alcoholism. Sneaky little devil. Found out I was an addict. Imagine that.

He took me under his wing. He protected me. He became my best friend. He became my lover.

We moved in together. Then out. Then in again. Then out.

He had a heart attack, I took care of him till he healed.

Then he asked me to move in the town he was living in. I did. We lived there and had a good life.

We had dated a few years.

He came home one day after his work day and I had been mowing a yard full of dirt and pecan hulls. Dust blowing everywhere. Wearing my sunglasses of course. We sat on the porch and took off my glasses and had racoon eyes and covered in this dusty dirt, then he did it..........................................

He asked me to marry him!! Dirt and all!! lol And I don't mean in three months or a year but next month! On his b day. I said noooooo waaaaay baby. I know why you want to do it on your b day. So you'll remember it! lol We had a laugh.

So we set a date for the 24th of September instead of the 1st. I had a month to put together a beautiful church wedding. And boy did I. It was beautiful. We had so many friends there. I was the happiest woman in the universe that day. I dare say....he was every bit as happy. He teared up.

We had so much fun. We loved each other we did so many things to please us.

One Sunday, I usually worked that day, and he usually spent it with his friends or on his bike. We spent the day together doing nothing. He got up early, showered, dressed up. We went out to eat breakfast, went back home. We watched tv all afternoon. We layed beside each other we held hands and the phone rang....I got up..it was for my son. I turned and told her he was at the park. I heard a noise......I hung up the phone and turned around and my Harry was frozen in his place on the couch. I yelled at him he better not be playing with me! I immediately began to try and place him down to begin CPR and I just couldn't get him down. He was dead weight, stiffened. I called 911 and at the hospital he was pronounced dead. He actually died at home in front of me. February 12.

He died where he wanted to die. At home. He had told me not a week before that he dreamed he died.

February 14th, the balloons I had sent my son to school came out of his room and ducked under the header of the door made hard left and came straight towards me on the couch....the one that said " I love you".

Kat