An expat Californian building a new life via the tango in Buenos Aires since 2003, including information on learning the tango and where to dance it in Buenos Aires.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Habia Una Vez


                                              

            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.”
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3 comments:

tangogeoff said...

Thankyou Cherie. One of my friends has recently lost his perfect partner and is in despair, but I was able to offer him this.

Besitos
Geoff

Anonymous said...

My wife passed away on February 6 2012 at age 48. Our story is similar to yours. From great happiness including our dream holiday to Italy and Tango on the streets of Rome last October, and then 17 weeks later she died and here I am with two young boys - feeling like my heart has been ripped out. I'm glad you built a new dream, there is always hope.

tangocherie said...

You guys make me feel so good because you find my story helpful. That's why I wrote my memoir...to encourage people not to give up, to hang in there, and to have hope for the future no matter what happens. I learned that if you keep putting one foot ahead of the other one, eventually you'll arrive at a good place, perhaps even "Los Feliz!"