I loved him, too
When her fiancée drowned, she left town to spare his parents the pain her presence caused. Thirty-nine years later she returned and worked up the courage to revisit his mother. . .
Hugs and Cuddles wrote:
"Thirty-nine years ago, my fiancé drowned. I'd been very close to his parents, especially his mother. The minister had told them to take a vacation away from home, and I thought it strange that they didn't talk to me before leaving. I was told they no longer wanted to see me, that my presence, at church and in their home, would be too painful for them. I was also told I wasn't good enough for their son, which is why God took him away! Not wanting to cause them more pain than losing their son, I moved away without another word to them.
"At 58, I made a trip back to my hometown this past summer for a class reunion and decided to relocate there. My dead fiance's mother is now in a care center here, his father passed away. Once I worked up the courage to do so, I visited his mom. The immediate response of hugs and tears proved to me that she never told me to stay away! Her love, gentleness, kindness and acceptance of me, all these years later, have healed so many old wounds!"
Have you ever avoided seeing someone because you were afraid that your presence would spark painful memories in them? In light of Hug and Cuddle's story and my own reunion with my Aunt Fern, which is detailed in Chapter One of my book, would you reconsider that position. Why or why not?
Hugs and Cuddles wrote:
"Thirty-nine years ago, my fiancé drowned. I'd been very close to his parents, especially his mother. The minister had told them to take a vacation away from home, and I thought it strange that they didn't talk to me before leaving. I was told they no longer wanted to see me, that my presence, at church and in their home, would be too painful for them. I was also told I wasn't good enough for their son, which is why God took him away! Not wanting to cause them more pain than losing their son, I moved away without another word to them.
"At 58, I made a trip back to my hometown this past summer for a class reunion and decided to relocate there. My dead fiance's mother is now in a care center here, his father passed away. Once I worked up the courage to do so, I visited his mom. The immediate response of hugs and tears proved to me that she never told me to stay away! Her love, gentleness, kindness and acceptance of me, all these years later, have healed so many old wounds!"
Have you ever avoided seeing someone because you were afraid that your presence would spark painful memories in them? In light of Hug and Cuddle's story and my own reunion with my Aunt Fern, which is detailed in Chapter One of my book, would you reconsider that position. Why or why not?
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