By Russ Hartz
A few years ago I lost my soul mate.
As I sit here watching and listening to all the kids playing together on the beach and I see the sailboat far out on the lake, I can’t help but reflect on our lives together.
Mitch was always there for me. And I thank God for the wonderful life he provided for us and all our children.
When little Mitchel Jr. was born, Mitch came into my hospital room, scooped him up into his arms beaming and said, “Look Patty, God has blessed us by sending us one of his little angels to care for.” He said that about all our children . . . and grandchildren.
But then Mitch was always a sentimentalist. I could never figure out why he was so devoted to my mother. I’ve never known a man to be so devoted to his mother-in-law. He always said she was a giant of a woman.
Mom used to say, “It’s probably because I lost my own family and Mitch was impressed by my devotion to you.”
When Mom passed away Mitch broke down and cried like a baby. I had never seen him cry before. He was embarrassed about it and explained, “She was a giant of a woman . . . and she risked so much to save you for me.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But I didn’t question it. I always knew she was great.
I still remember that first night when Mitch took me to the dance. I never told him but until then I had thought of him as the big brother I never had. He was so different from the other boys with whom I had gone out.
In my mind’s eye I can still see the harbor lights glistening across the water. And when he slipped the engagement ring on my finger . . . I knew it was the best thing that would ever happen to me. Except for all these wonderful children in my life.
I’m so tired.
Oh . . . ! Mitchel . . . ? Mitch
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