Kiss

This past Monday was my ex husband's birthday.  He would have been 59 years old.  It has certainly been a journey for my son and myself.  We still talk about my ex, Cal, and remember him fondly.  I know it sounds weird, but, with all the mess we went through.  He was a good man before the manusha of life got too real for him,  it can get too real for all of us.

Anyways . . . .

My son had made a couple of CDs with music that my ex loved and played these CDs at Cal's memorial.  There were a lot of great songs, but Cal loved the band KISS.  He had seen them a couple of times in Philadelphia where he grew up.  The song that my son had added on the CD was "Beth."  I love that song and I could still see my ex sitting back relaxing have a glass of tea.  You thought I was going to say, "a beer."  HA  Yeah, he sometimes would have a beer too.  I do miss Cal.  I miss our talks, smoking Hookah, drinking gin and tonics, sitting by the fire pit and enjoying the evening in our backyard at our 100 year old home.  He was truly one of my best friends. 

It is hard not to forget what my family and I were put through by Cal.  He was drowning in his darkness, and there was nothing I could do.  I believe that God took mercy on Cal and took him home.  I know the desperate love that Cal had for the Lord, and I know now, Cal is who he should have been from the beginning of time. 

Happy Birthday, Cal.  I am sure it was a great one for you.  God always gives His best to his children.

 

 

KISS, "Beth"