Memories of Virgina
I remember about twenty-five years ago, I walked into the student union at Central Bible College. My dad was inside with his study group (I was a senior in High School). Dad introduced me to his classmates. My attention was drawn to the striking redhead. I wasn’t paying a lick of attention to my Dad at that point. I was just wishing I had caught her name.
I remember about three weeks later, I found her working at the shoe store at the local mall. It was near closing time so I went over and began talking with her. I introduced myself and was delighted to discover that she remembered me. I was even more delighted when she admitted that her car was broken and she needed a ride home.
I remember that Thanksgiving when I invited her to my family’s house for Thanksgiving dinner as she wasn’t going to have the time to go home to her family for the holiday. She demurred saying she had nothing to bring. I insisted. She got a chocolate pie from her landlady. I remember my younger siblings falling in love with Virgina because of her cooking skills.
I remember Virginia’s recollection of the day. My family is blessed with natural volume to our voices. Time with my side of the family can be a noisy rambunctious affair. Virginia recounted to me that her landlady asked how the dinner went. Virginia replied that she never wanted to marry into a LIKE mine. I smiled at her admitting this to me after we’d been married and told her she didn’t marry into a family LIKE mine she married into my family. She smiled back and said shed’ put up with my family’s noise if it meant she got to keep me.
I remember Valentine’s Day 1988 when she had invited me to Chicago to apply for a job where she worked. I remember the bear hug I got from her when she met me at the Greyhound bus terminal in downtown Chicago. I remember “Cupid’s Arrow” (her words not mine) striking that weekend.
I wish I could say that I have years and years of good memories about Virginia. Unfortunately a head injury in the summer of ’97 has robbed me of many of them. Memories come and go. Memories have been altered. I only post here what memories have been confirmed by others.
The Cancer Crisis is over. I will begin chronicling my journey coping without Virginia and raising my boys. I will continue posting memories about my wife and share them with you. I have not stopped writing other posts and will continue those as well.