It never ends. Day after day, I look through my boxes of treasured
photos...and reluctantly…. say "goodbye" to so many parts-of-my-heart. Many are long- gone---but not forgotten.
I found several photos of me at various dances with Andy,
my date. Andy was a great dancer and he was also my first OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND.
We met at a ballroom dance class and were soon fun friends. Andy was genuine; Andy had a caring
heart; Andy had beautiful manners which--even fifty years ago--made him a rare find.
I loved his family. Andy's father was no stranger to me or my family. Dr. Virgil Payne was the
Doctor who lanced my ears every winter and, he was also the Doctor who fitted my brother, Jerry, with his first pair of glasses.
Who can say WHY some young couples stay together forever
or WHY others eventually break-up and go their separate ways?
Through the years, with both of us experiencing bad marriages, divorces, separations, unhappiness, and uncertain futures....Andy
and I would always search for and find... each other. Sometimes we'd meet for lunch or dinner to gain much-needed strength through our enduring friendship. We never discussed it but neither of us could deny the strong bond between us. Looking back, I known
it can only be described as: LOVE. And, regardless of the years or the distance between us….we stayed Best Friends.
When I learned of Andy’s death, I cried. No one had
ever really known Andy, like me. And, no one ever truly loved me or accepted “all of me”...like Andy. I suppose Andy was the only boy who was my friend "first"....then my Boyfriend.
Maybe, someday, I'll understand why Andy and I weren't meant to be an "item"--- for life. Last night, sorting through more old photos, I felt the need to share this happy photo of Andy and me-- from the fifties. Some memories are worth
remembering.... for the good times, the bad times, and---the best times.