On Valentine’s day I made a card for Sigurd. I put a lot of thought into it and the inside had photos that personalized it and told him that I loved him and would always love him. I drove about 20 miles or more round trip to get the card and deliver it to his door on Valentines day. He wasn’t home so I had the cutest bag that said “Happy Valentines Day” with hearts on it and I filled the bottom of the bag with Hershey’s kisses and put the card in it and hung it on his door. The photo on the front of the card was taken at Sunapee Harbor where we used to visit once in awhile.

Sigurd and I met at a time when we both were kind of in a very emotional and sad time of our lives. This was way back in 1981. I won’t bore anyone with the details, but we have had our ups and downs. We separated about in 2007. Even though apart, we always had each others back.

Sigurd had a stroke a few years ago. He went from the risk taking, completely always in charge, dashing and daring guy that loved to go skiing, biking and working his heart out, to the same risk taking, completely always in charge, dashing and daring guy that had to put aside a lot of things he loved to do.

He sold his business a few months ago. It’s been really hard on him the last couple of years.

I didn’t expect him to remember me on Valentines day. I spent the day alone and felt a little depressed.

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I knew I wasn’t going to get any flowers or even a card. So I bought myself some grocery store tulips. They made me smile, anyways. I loved the color of them. My son, out of pity offered to take me to lunch at my favorite restaurant the following Sunday. I declined.

Well, the day after Valentines day there was a knock on my door and there was Sigurd with a dozen beautiful red roses, a card and all. It made me cry because I knew he has been going through a lot lately and he took the time to think of me.

Sigurd and I are both two wounded people. He probably does not want to be like me and I do not want to be like him. Yet I learned a lot from him and he learned a lot from me.

God knows what he is doing when he somehow chooses to make certain people cross our paths in this journey called life.