Love isn’t necessarily romantic. You can love a movie, food, a computer, or any other object. But what I’m going to tell you is a story about true love.
In 2003, I met my late husband Bill through an audio publication called Newsreel. Designed for blind and visually impaired people like me, it provides us with an outlet where we can share our thoughts, a favorite song, ask a question, or buy or trade something.
Back then, I submitted a question about computers. At the time, I was living here in Sheridan, Wyoming. Bill Taylor, who lived in Fowler, Colorado, answered my question by email. I wrote back to him, and that’s how it started.
For two years, we carried on a long-distance relationship, emailing each other daily and talking by phone once in a while. My dad and I visited him in Fowler on our way to New Mexico to spend time with my brother and his family. Bill had downloaded over a hundred songs onto his computer, and he sent me tapes of some of those songs.
It never occurred to me that he fancied me as anything more than a friend.
But one night in January of 2005, my world was turned upside down. That day, I’d received a braille letter from him. I didn’t think this unusual. He’d sent me tapes of his music, so why not a letter? But then, I read the first sentence of his letter.
“Dear Abbie,” he wrote. “I’m writing to ask for your hand in marriage.” After I read those words, I knew my life would never be the same.
He wanted to come to Sheridan to visit me in a couple of months. I suggested waiting until summer, so we wouldn’t have to worry about bad roads. But he said he thought the roads would be okay by March.
So, for the next couple of months, I lived in a world of uncertainty, not sure whether I loved him or wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But after he came, and I felt his tenderness for the first time, things changed. I can’t explain why, but when he officially proposed to me in front of family and friends during dinner at a restaurant, I said yes. You can read more about this in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.
I was inspired to write the above by a prompt provided during last Saturday’s meeting of a local writing group called Range Writers. Now it’s your turn. Here’s the prompt.
Write about love. It doesn’t have to be about romantic love. It can be about a food, television show, or movie you love. Here’s a list of words you can use.
I’d love to read your responses, either on your own blog with a link to this post or in the comment field below. Thank you for stopping by today.
Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books
When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.
Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.