Saturday, May 19, 2012
"I remember the exact moment I fell in love with her. She was standing on stage in the auditorium at an assembly, singing 'Wayfaring Stranger.'" My neighbor Dennis was a taciturn man, and this romantic statement surprised me. I had gone up the road to visit Doris, his wife, my friend, who was terminally ill, and he and I were sitting outside in the dark, taking a break. They had been high school sweethearts and married young. The couple had three daughters and stayed married, living many years in Fair Play. They were the first locals I met up here. Doris and I became good buddies; she was up for any adventure. Dennis was nothing but kind to me. Doris died a couple of years ago, Dennis just last week. I thought of his statement yesterday when I went to his "celebration." They're buried together in the old Fair Play cemetery, still in the neighborhood, just over the hill.