we were going to meet. we were sooo excited about meeting. after all this time of searching, i thought i might have finally found my One.
but life kept getting in the way for him.
finally the day that we were going to meet, he went to the hospital that morning for some tests. we were going to meet at 1:00 for coffee.
he called, could i wait a couple of hours? they want to do a biopsy. of course, i can wait.
then he called again, they were keeping him overnight, the news was not good.
we texted and emailed like crazy because he didnt want his family to over hear our conversations. they knew about me ... but .. he was so cheerful. finally he said, "the sleep medication is taking effect. i will call you tomorrow, darlin"
i didn't hear from him again. i figured they had rushed him into surgery and he was recovering. but it didnt seem right that he didnt contact me at all. so, i screwed up my courage and called ... it had been 2 weeks...
his son answered the phone. said his father had surgery and then died the next day. who was i? how did i know his father?
i could only mumble that we were supposed to meet that day, i am so sorry and to hang up..... i don't know if i am done crying yet.
he really did go 'POOF' on me .... and i will never know if he was my One. |