I just learned this past week that my first husband died. This is the man I ran away from back in 1978.
It’s a long story which I won’t go into here, but my older son wanted to contact his father back in 1992, so I helped him. We learned that Hector was in prison, doing a term of 5 to 25 years. In the process, he told James that he was responsible for everything that went wrong in our marriage, that I was an angel. He didn’t want James to hold anything against me.
It seems strange to me that it took over 22 years to learn of his death. It’s even stranger that this makes me so sad. I guess we all have thoughts about what could have been.
What are you remembering today?
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