Tony


Natalie

Tony was the most wonderful man I have ever met. He was someone that you either loved or hated the first time you met him. No one was ever "iffy" on their feelings about him. For me, it was both. The first time I met him I thought that he was the most arrogant, intrusive person I had ever met. (He felt the same way about me.) After about two weeks of completely avoiding any contact with him we were forced together by coincidence and had an intelligent conversation. I don't even remember what it was about anymore, but we figured out that hating each other wasn't an option. We got along well and became close friends. I don't even know how or why it happened, but we fell in love. I still love him. There was something about the way that he carried himself and the way he filled up a whole room no matter how many people were in it that I will never forget or let go of.

Tony was killed on July 17th, 1998 when he was driving his motorcycle and a truck decided to pass a string of cars on the highway, right by where we shared a home. There were no skid marks, and he never saw it coming.

Tony will always be a part of me, and I will never forget all of the things he taught me about enjoying life. He can't tell me now that he loves me or kiss me goodnight, but I hope he will again someday. I still tell him I love him. I think I always will. There was just something about him that I couldn't help but to love.

Natalie



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anniversary date 07-17-98
date of post 12-25-98

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