Musical Memory – Right Here Waiting

Once upon a time, I had a boyfriend in the Navy.   We met when he was stationed here in Florida but it was the Navy so they sent him to serve on a ship.   A ship on the other side of the world.   He went to the USS Midway in Japan.   He wouldn’t be able to come home for leave for a weekend.   I moved back to Georgia and he was in Japan.   We were “oceans apart day after day” it was  an insane time for me.   I did wait.   I remember one point I was going through an especially difficult time and he called.  Just when I needed him the most.   It was incredible we were a world apart but he always managed to come through with a card, a present, a phone call something.  When he was able to come home for a visit I had rented a beach house and had yellow ribbons all over the house and one little tree out front.  It was a wondeful time.   

This is the guy that I thought was the “One”.   I did wait much longer than I should have.  Maybe a part of me still waits.  Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t sat home alone waiting for him to come back.  I’ve lived my life.  I’ve had a child, I got an Associates degree, I lost my mother, I’ve worked at the same job for almost 15 years, I’ve lived, I’ve loved I’ve laughed, but yes a part has waited and hoped that someday he’d come back. 

Musical Memory – Secret Lovers

We weren’t cheating but there was someone we tried to avoid.  Let me start at the beginning,  I was 19 life was good.  I was having a good time.  I was living with my brother and sister-in-law and my nieces.  I had a good job and plenty of free time.  That’s where I was when I met Ron.  He was older, handsome and in the Army.    Ron was an MP and his company had the opportunity to be extras in a movie with John Lithgow Resting Place filmed at Ft. McPherson.  Since they got paid to be extras there were lots of young men with extra money, needless to say there had to be a party.  They rented a cabin at Lake Altoona and after purchasing food and much too much alcohol we made our way to the Lake.  When Ron came to pick me up he had a friend with him, Wayne.   Have you ever met someone and known you were destined to be together (at least for awhile)?  That’s what happened.   It was a long time ago (1985 ) so the memories aren’t perfectly clear, but I think Ron went into the store to pick up a few things and left Wayne and I in the car and by the time Ron came back our fates were sealed.  Well before Friday night wa over Wayne and I were together Ron was not happy and I can’t say for certain if he left Friday night or Saturday morning.    I was 19 and in love I didn’t care.   Wayne and I had to get a ride home with one of the other guys on Sunday.    We were the couple that would annoy me to no end today,  we took PDA to new heights.  

Wayne and I spent as much time as we could together being an MP and working security type details he worked odd hours.  I was a telephone operator and worked odd hours but when we could find time we were together.   Soooo Why Secret Lovers?  We didn’t hide anything,  but we did try to avoid Ron as much as possible (he outranked Wayne) and there was their female Sargent who was Ron’s friend and seemed to have it in for Wayne.  The other reason is the line “In the middle of making love we notice the time, we both get nervous cause it’s way after 9:00” makes me think of all the times rushing to the base to get him to work on time because we’d waited to the very last minute to leave. 

I was living with my brother and sister-in-law and my two nieces at the time.  Wayne was so sweet to my older niece (he would have been to the younger but she was a tiny baby) we took her to the park and he helped her feed the ducks.  He was so sweet that when he left his jacket at our apartment DeAnne picked it up and hugged it to her and said, “This is my boyfriend’s jacket.”  Kids and dogs they say are the best judges of character.  She loved him.  I loved him life was good.

What went wrong?  Why didn’t it last?  It’s actually pretty crazy, it was the days before cell phones and even pagers for the most part.  We didn’t have e-mail or Facebook.  Wayne lived in the barracks and a pay phone was the only way I had to get in touch with him.   My brother and sister-in-law were moving to Florida I moved in with a roommate and got a new number.  I left messages for him can’t swear that he got  them.  We just lost touch.  Sad sad sad.  If I had it to do over I would have gone to the base and found him.   But I can’t fret over what might have been I just enjoy the sweet memories and wonder every once and awhile what’s he doing now.

Darlene’s Got Her Groove Back

I had a great day of writing.  Edited many pages added 1500 words.  Things are good.  I think I finally found that groove I was in last year when I was getting so much done.   Wrote at lunch, wrote last night, wrote this morning.  I am in the zone and it is good.  Hope to have the WIP, A Love to Remember ready to submit by the end of this month.  NaNoWrimo is coming and I have big plans for that.  Life is good.  Happy Tuesday and Happy Writing.


Okay so now I am tweeting. For those of you who have looked at this blog with any regularity, you know I don’t update it very much so I am certain Tweeting will be the same way. If it’s something big I’ll share, if it’s not I won’t. I won’t be tweeting from the car to let the world know I’m driving to work.

Thanks to everyone who has read my story at the New Bedlam site.

Have a few things to do before moving on to our new home to (insert dramatic music here) the dreaded unpacking.

Finally, I must say that the most important thing I am doing this Good Friday is remembering the sacrafice that was made for us on the first Good Friday so many years ago. As the mother of an only son, I can’t imagine loving so much that I would be willing to sacrafice him. Our GOD is an awesome GOD.

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