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Gentlemen, take a gander at this:
This terrible quality picture is of myself and my bride (we may have both been a tad less than sober at the time)
was taken in 2001 - that's 22 years ago.
I look sort of gaunt and pale in the pic because, well... I had just been through another Dance with the Defibrillator
a couple weeks prior, one of three official times that's happened in this life for me.
This particular "dance" was the 2nd; the one where I heard my own flatline in real time and felt the mule kick of
that particular life-saving device, my brain not quite shut down yet....
(I'd love to be that thin now - just not by employing the methods that got me there that last time).
Now, that all sounds very dire, I realize....but this actually is a happy post.
Stay with me here...I'll explain.
The reason I decided to share this raggedy picture is because today is our 20th anniversary of marriage.
Yep. This is the one that "took", after a bit of carnage previously in the nuptual department for me
(I'm a bit of an asshole, you know. Hard to live with sometimes...).
I had finally met Lisa after many years of getting it wrong and we fell instantly for each other and all
seemed to be going so well...and then I died again.
Way to ruin the party, Ed!
Now, she had every right to run like hell at that point - we weren't hitched then and things didn't look so
rosy for my recovery even though they did manage to get me ticking again.
But....She didn't. God knows why she didn't, but I'm obviously grateful for it.
We wind up getting married on this date in 2003 and off we go!
Through the years, out here on the side of the ridge, there's been mighty struggles and the usual challenges
all couples face over time - and even a few rough patches here and there - and I've managed to get deathly
ill a few more times (cats got nine lives; Eds have at least 4, I can attest to) but yet, here she is....still.
Heck, she even pretends to like my hobby sometimes....
I even found out later on that she knew I was sneaking out to the garage to work on Fred over the
years when I was supposed to be recouperating from this cancer or that surgery or whatever....
Dummy me always thought I was getting away with it, until she came home early and caught me one
day, laying under Fred working on something with 30+ stitches in my gut...
All this to say, I'm feeling pretty damn blessed today and felt like sharing some here.
Anyways, I figured you all should know who to blame for me still being on this side of the dirt...
She remains the one person on this earth I would do anything for, without hesitation.
Oh, PS - she'll be the one you'll have to bargain with if you try to buy Fred after I leave.
This terrible quality picture is of myself and my bride (we may have both been a tad less than sober at the time)
was taken in 2001 - that's 22 years ago.
I look sort of gaunt and pale in the pic because, well... I had just been through another Dance with the Defibrillator
a couple weeks prior, one of three official times that's happened in this life for me.
This particular "dance" was the 2nd; the one where I heard my own flatline in real time and felt the mule kick of
that particular life-saving device, my brain not quite shut down yet....
(I'd love to be that thin now - just not by employing the methods that got me there that last time).
Now, that all sounds very dire, I realize....but this actually is a happy post.
Stay with me here...I'll explain.
The reason I decided to share this raggedy picture is because today is our 20th anniversary of marriage.
Yep. This is the one that "took", after a bit of carnage previously in the nuptual department for me
(I'm a bit of an asshole, you know. Hard to live with sometimes...).
I had finally met Lisa after many years of getting it wrong and we fell instantly for each other and all
seemed to be going so well...and then I died again.
Way to ruin the party, Ed!
Now, she had every right to run like hell at that point - we weren't hitched then and things didn't look so
rosy for my recovery even though they did manage to get me ticking again.
But....She didn't. God knows why she didn't, but I'm obviously grateful for it.
We wind up getting married on this date in 2003 and off we go!
Through the years, out here on the side of the ridge, there's been mighty struggles and the usual challenges
all couples face over time - and even a few rough patches here and there - and I've managed to get deathly
ill a few more times (cats got nine lives; Eds have at least 4, I can attest to) but yet, here she is....still.
Heck, she even pretends to like my hobby sometimes....
I even found out later on that she knew I was sneaking out to the garage to work on Fred over the
years when I was supposed to be recouperating from this cancer or that surgery or whatever....
Dummy me always thought I was getting away with it, until she came home early and caught me one
day, laying under Fred working on something with 30+ stitches in my gut...
All this to say, I'm feeling pretty damn blessed today and felt like sharing some here.
Anyways, I figured you all should know who to blame for me still being on this side of the dirt...
She remains the one person on this earth I would do anything for, without hesitation.
Oh, PS - she'll be the one you'll have to bargain with if you try to buy Fred after I leave.
