A Love Story . . .

Rescued Christmas Trees – Courtesy of Anne

LOVE! I love everything about it and then some. I am a very emotional person and I cry at tear-jerker movies, or basically anything that has the least possibility of an emotional response. So when I went to Lowe’s Hardware in Redlands, CA, and saw two forlorn Christmas trees lying in the parking lot alone, I went straight to the plant section and asked the manager about the two Christmas trees lying there. He told me they were left over from the sale and would soon become mulch. Under normal circumstances, I would appreciate knowing that a tree was going to help give life to another potential plant, but this was just too much. “How much would it cost to buy them?” I asked. “Nothing,” he replied. I told him I would take them, and went right out and began tugging and pulling the one tree and managed to get it to my 22-year old Honda Civic Hatchback, but the other one was not going to be so easy; it was just too heavy. I went back to the manager and asked if he could help me get the other one, and soon as he was able, he came out with a helper and got it next to the other one in the back of the little car.

After thanking him profusely, I drove home as quick as I could and set up two buckets that I filled partly with water. In went the first one, and it quickly looked better. These two trees would get to serve the purpose for which they gave their lives, or so I believed. But the second tree, thirsty as it was to get into that water, could not help me to get it out of the car.

There was only one person who might help me, and I instinctively headed toward Richard’s mobile home. He had been the maintenance man for many years. He was a good person and he had done a lot of wonderful work for me on my home, never giving me a quote for his work. He painted it so nicely, and then using recycled materials, took the way-too-small front stoop, and changed it into a wonderful front porch with a nice side set of steps instead of having them heading into the street. He made me a wonderful bench that he painted a sunshiny yellow out of the part of the stairs he cut off to make them fit properly on the side. Of course I had paid him and had taken him out to a good hot dinner to go with, but I felt more than appreciative. This was a genuine good man.

I knocked on his door, and though it was cold outside, he came right over with me, and without making fun of me or giving me excuses, he got right to the job and I helped him drag the tree to the water, where it practically jumped in happily. Once the trees were settled, we headed off to get some money and a hot meal for him, and once again we enjoyed just sitting together quietly eating our meal at the counter. He was so modest, sitting there in his torn jeans with the bottoms ragged, an old t-shirt, and some well-used shoes. He thanked me very much and I could see his eyes light up when I told him I would like to mend his jeans for him. This would be the beginning of a love that has lasted and will continue through the day when one of us dies. And on that day, I will celebrate life for such a wonderful gift.

Richard had a pretty tough life,with he and his brothers and sisters going into a foster home after his stepmother died. I think his father died shortly afterward. Between age seven through eleven, he was in nine different foster homes; somehow he and an older sister managed to keep what was left of their family together. Their last foster parent was a mother who already had some older daughters;and she took care of them all without a husband. She got cancer while they were with her, and she used to have the boys go out and gather Creosote, which she boiled and drank, and made the boys drink some too, believing it would prevent cancer. She would die later despite her attempts to heal herself. Before that happened, Richard left for the Army when he was 17, and got in shortly after as he reached 18. It was near the end of the Vietnam War, and though he did not serve there, he spent time in a number of countries, including Granada during the Cold War, and he also spent a total of nine years between the Army, and supporting services of Army Reserves and National Guard.

Later, he worked in construction, and he eventually got together with a divorced woman who already had several older children. One day when their little boy was just a toddler, she left with her own children, leaving the toddler behind with a stranger. When Richard got home from work, he looked until he found his little boy. Most men might have left the child to welfare or to a foster home, but Richard took his little boy and raised him alone for a long time, taking him to his work with him; luckily he worked at the time in an indoor swapmeet, so he was able to do that.

Eventually Richard found another lady with children; she was in a wheelchair from multiple physical challenges. He and she were married for 20 years before she passed on. Richard took excellent care of her and her children along with his son, and they even started a ministry for juvenile delinquents that they ran for years with only the money they could put into it.

After she passed on, eventually he connected with an old friend of hers that she had willed Richard to, along with her grown children. She too had developed severe physical challenges including seizures, and was in a wheelchair; after eight more years, she passed on, leaving Richard alone once more. His son is now an adult with a young daughter, and a failed relationship. He moved to Texas and is working steadily as a mechanic. Like his dad, he too is taking good care of his daughter.

I have been through a lot of failed relationships in my life. Some people are never meant to be together for one reason or the other, and they aren’t always the reasons we tend to think.

All I know is that when Richard and I met, all the things that bring people together in a lasting relationship have been there from the beginning. We are able to be who we are with each other and we actually LOVE spending our time together. We were both seniors when we met, and we are both simple people who care about little things in life. We never have to be anyone but who we actually are. We sit happily together at our desks as we work through our days. I am generally writing books, articles, or taking care of other business, while he shares the news of the world and our local weather, or plays Mahjong or other relaxing things. We throw each other kisses, or laugh over funny things our pets do. I will always remember in my heart those little Christmas trees, and how it was when they got loving care. They lasted a lot longer outside than we could have imagined, and the little bare fruit trees next to them honestly leaned inward as if to support them and keep them standing up. I put a few ornaments on them; at least they got to live their lives for what was intended. We have not had more Christmas trees since, but those I think neither of us will ever forget that.

I graduated from my second degree (this one Criminal Justice) in 2016, the same year I got breast cancer and had surgery to take care of it. Richard was there with me as we had been in a relationship for more than a year. He was with me through all the decisions I had to make and the changes I went through. I did my research carefully, and I am still cancer free with no radiation or chemo. I will likely not use my degree except as a volunteer, I am already trained and have graduated from CASA.org (Court Appointed Special Advocates) for foster children. I do not have an assignment currently.

In 2017, the tables turned and Richard had to have a critical surgery on his cervix, followed by two more involving his trachea and his nose to help him breathe. I have been there ever since as his caregiver and his advocate through all the decisions we have had to make. He had another surgery this year in May following the failure of the first surgery; it looks as though he could have another failure causing something called Radiculopathy (damage to a nerve in the neck). But here we are together and we love each other more than ever.

Anne and Richard Last Year

24 thoughts on “A Love Story . . .

  1. The more I read about your life and relationships, Anne, the more I admire you and the more I realise how blessed my own life has been. My father died when I was three months old and my mother was quite ill at the time with a chronic illness which is now well controlled. Despite this I landed like a cat on my paws and my mom met and married my Dad, Dean. I have three wonderful sisters and our lives have all been successful. Born under a lucky star I think.

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    1. We are all blessed to be here. I often tell folks that we go through things so that we will learn compassion for others, and also we will learn how to appreciate what we DO have. I am so glad that your mom survived her illness and is now married to your dad and that he has been so good to you and your wonderful sisters. Yes, you have been very lucky in your life and I am happy for you too. I love my Richard with all of my heart, and he is the kindest person I know. He would try to give me things when he had nothing for himself. I would never take advantage of him like that, but he helped me to realize how blessed I am too. I have had relationships with others who had everything given to them through parents with means. Thank you so kindly for the very genuine things you have said to me. I will always tell people anything they want to know without offending anyone if I am able. I have lived through things that most people will perhaps only read about in their lifetimes, and those may not be things I would like a child to read about or even a very young person, but in the end, like you, I have made it back and I have a tremendous appreciation for whatever I have in the way of friendships and genuine love from another person. My younger brother and only sibling is 100% disabled from Vietnam and I am glad he is still alive, though he has been through so much since he returned physically and mentally, and I do my best to keep him on the positive side which helps his wife too. Thank you once again very kindly for the encouraging words. The things that help me best in this world is to help others who need it, be they creatures, children or adults or perhaps even plants. And to show them love when perhaps they have never experienced it. May this always be true for me and for all of us for the remainder of life.

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      1. I can see from your lovely post, and also your meaningful book, how much you like to help others, Anne. I was telling someone about your lovely book just today. This lady is also someone who is involved in helping people with disabilities and she also provides therapy through beautiful artworks which she makes with them. Have a lovely Sunday.

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      1. πŸ™‚ aww, thank you so very much. that is one of my wishes, to win the lottery and pay for all the bloggers I interact with to meet for a long weekend. doesn’t that sound amazing?!

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  2. Thank you so much, Robbie. What a beautiful thought to share with me and I would love meeting your friend. You know, sometimes all a person needs is a few reassuring or kind words. When I go to the oncologist, I always strike up a conversation with the women waiting in there. I find something to honestly compliment them on, be it a scarf, or perhaps a haircut or some other little thing. I know when women particularly get breast cancer, they inevitably fear that they will no longer have their feminine qualities or be lovely. But we all know that beauty or loveliness is something that comes from within. And then I talk to them about what stage they have. I was lucky; mine was stage one, but by stage two, they may have to go through chemo and radiation. I talk to them about alternatives – being involved in clinical trials, which may help them to avoid the surgery. And them I let them know how beautiful their spirits are; it is not about physical beauty. Once, and this is a true story, I had this friend whose face and parts of her body had been burned horribly in an oven accident where something in a huge pot on the stove fell on her face and arms, etc. But she had the most engaging personality, and people used to gather around her as if she was the most incredible woman on earth. So you can be honest and make the best of what is. You are such a nice lady and I am so honored to know you. Peace and blessings for you and your family. Anne always

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    1. The feeling is truly mutual, Willow. Richard once told me that when he is in a relationship with someone, for him, it is “till death do we part,” and I believe that to be true about him. He is a genuine person who always says what is true for him, and I have never known him to be unkind to anyone or any creature. The worst dogs in terms of being growlers and biters seem to love him. I feel absolutely rich! Thank you so much!!!

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    1. That is absolutely true. Thank you for your good observations on men and women. Yes, men are definitely able to do all (except birthing a baby) the things women are and to do it with full commitment without being pushed into it. Yes, Richard is perhaps the best man I have ever known. I love that he is just who he is and not trying to be anyone else.

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  3. What a beautiful love story, Anne. There are so many people who never find a true soulmate, never really get to be themselves with their spouse. I think your love story is a role model. Through thick and thin, you and Richard have the brass ring, the golden key. What a treasure. Few have what you and Richard have. Your heart found his heart, with the help of a few trees that desperately needed life. ❀️

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