The cold dark days of February seem to be a time of reflection, and I’ve been thinking lately of how my life has changed since February 2005. Back then I was newly single after a 21year marriage and had just moved into a little house in Deux Montagnes, Quebec with my three children. I had time on my hands as I was not working, and I was so overcome with grief that I couldn’t see straight. I would sit on the couch in my living room and look out the window at the snow falling on my cookie cutter street. It was a cookie cutter street because all the houses were the same, they were very close together and the yard was the size of a postage stamp. Most of the houses on my street housed young French families, and here I was, 51 years old, English and alone. I wondered what would become of me.
Fast forward to February 2011…here I am living in rural Nova Scotia with my wonderful loving husband whom I love so very much. We live on a crescent in a little town in an area where there are neither sidewalks nor street lamps. When we go for a walk in the evening we have to bring a flashlight. And I am living the life I have always wanted to live. Six years ago I didn’t know that this life was waiting for me. But it was.
How I Met My Husband
Back in 1973 when I was a student at St Francis Xavier University I had a little job a few hours a week at the information booth of the Student Union Building. My job was to answer the phone and give out keys and information, also to man the lost and found drawer. It was there that I met a young man who would become one of my best friends and thirty-six years later, my husband. Since I was the dispenser of information, he asked me, “How many legs are there on a snake?” And so a friendship started. It’s funny, but back then we never dated or were romantic. We were just friends and we stayed that way for the duration of my time at St FX until I graduated in 1975.
In the summer of 1975 he was on his way to Lewisporte, Newfoundland to get married, and on his way there he had to pass through Corner Brook, where I was home for the summer. So he stayed at my parents’ place for a couple of days and I showed him the sights of the West Coast of Newfoundland. He met all my family, and my mom just loved him because of his lighthearted spirit and his ability to make me laugh.
And then he left Corner Brook and got married. We went on our separate ways; he ended up living in Nova Scotia with three children and I ended up married with three children and living in Quebec. We had no contact for many years until he called me out of the blue in 1994. We chatted a bit, but we each were still entangled in our respective lives.
To be continued…..