Beauty lies in the heart of the beholder. Everyone sees beauty differently.
As for me, I met a woman on March 13, 1974; her name was Evie.
She was a beautiful lady with long hair. Her beauty was matched by her incredible heart of love and compassion for other people. Her family was equally humble, compassionate, and loving toward others. What they did not have in money was worth more than all the things they did have.
I proposed to her on April 6, 1974, and we were married on July 13, 1974.
Every day that passed made me love her more, and her beauty grew.
We would go on to have two children (a boy and a girl), respectively, and they gave us six grandsons and one granddaughter. The first-born grandchild (to our daughter) was our grandson. He was born deaf and with ASD. Our daughter did not want to raise him, so her mother and I did. We were his parents. Life moved forward.
This is the last picture taken of my wife. She was fifty-seven and battling the ravages of complications of diabetes. I would lose this beautiful lady on Feb. 3, 2015. She was fifty-nine.
I vowed to her that I would never give our grown children a stepmother. She released me from many of the promises and vows I made to her in our forty years of marriage. Yet, the one I made to her about not giving our children a stepmother, that one I will honor until my death. I did remarry; instead of a stepmother, my children and grandchildren have a stepfather. I am openly gay and married my husband four years ago. The grandson I was raising? My husband and I adopted him. He is now twenty-two.
I have this when it comes to beautiful people. I have met celebrities and many others, yet none compare to the two lovely people in my life, my late wife and husband.
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