Don and I
lived together for 10 years. My partner. My best friend. Wasn't
always wine and roses! Both Geminis, we had colossal fights! (...there
was one time on a train to Calgary...the Panorama Room of the
Hotel Vancouver......streets....alleys....) But, everyone knows
how much fun making up is! We lived in Victoria and Vancouver BC,
Calgary Alberta, Halifax and Lunenburg NovaScotia together.
He enjoyed Vancouver the most, and I, Lunenburg.
Don was obsessed with weight training but always looked underfed....and
hated the fact that I always looked toned without doing a damn
thing. When we met he was only 2 years out of high school. He
thought he wanted to be a hairdresser. He went to school. I had
many shades of hair after that.I even had an afro until I made
him shave my head. I was Don's mannequin.....Don eventually
became a 'postie'. Then he wouldn't have to endure idle chatter.
He inherited from his parents a taste for fine wine and food.
This taste had to be satisfied even when we were in lean times. (Note
the wine bottle.....if I remember, it probably wasn't under $25!
He was never predictable, and I liked that. He was sporadic. He
had a wild temper. He played hard. He was opinionated. He
was fun and romantic. Don kept me young.He made life exciting.
They say everyone has one great love in life. My love was Don. I
miss Don. We should have had more time together.
~ (1993, Vancouver)
PREMONITION
ONE
I do not dream
that we should have been given more time. I dream that our time was rich and
full, that we shared and touched and
delved into each second, knowing it would soon be our
eternity. Each second spent caring is worth a
lifetime of never having
met.
~ Terry for Don, Summer 1988
England, '91
PREMONITION
TWO
The time I have
with you is but a wink to the time I don't have with you. So I will touch you: your hair,
your eyes
your lips, your mind To be sure you are a reality....... To hold your
heart in my hands long after we've
parted To give you a
part of me.
~ Terry for Don, Summer 1988
Dubrovnic, '92 He was my North, my South, my East,
my West My working week and Sunday rest My noon, my midnight, my talk, my
song. I thought that love would last
forever: I was wrong.
~ W.H.Auden
