Sunday, the soul of my godmother’s husband of 64 years left its earthly home.
A gentle man, he was the one who made it possible for me to learn to ride a bicycle. As I was growing up he showered me with an unconditional love different from my father’s – and this while he had his own brood of kids. He accepted and respected my mom’s and godmother’s friendship and was the best supporter and cheerleader outside of immediate family that a young girl could know.
I did not keep up my end of the relationship very well once I hit adulthood, but “Mama” Ruth and Woody stayed true to her commitment of godparent. Lovely and caring people.
I expect she will have a huge hole in her life without him. I expect he misses her, too.
I count it as a great blessing having been included in their lives.