Once upon a time… a good and beautiful man loved me and I loved him. Together we had it all—great life, family, careers, elegant home in the old Hollywood barrio of Los Feliz (bad Spanish for The Happy Ones.)
One night I had a nightmare that my love left me. My pillow was wet with my tears. He kissed and embraced me, swearing he never would leave me.
But he did.
He was diagnosed with advanced cancer, way too young and far too healthy.
He never gave up hope, although the doctors had none, giving him 18 months. Our future changed from growing old with grandchildren to immediate surgery, and then, certain death.
Twenty years have passed since I lost that love, the perfect life, that dream come true. I’ve lived another lifetime since, including two cancers of my own.
Love, loss, death is a tango. But my story has an ending possibly negotiated by my husband from heaven. Now in Buenos Aires, I live, dance and teach tango with an Argentine. We love each other.
On the other side of the world my home is once again in the barrio of “Los Feliz.”