“If tomorrow is judgment day
And I’m standing on the front line
And the Lord ask me what I did with my life
I will say I spent it with you.”
- Whitney Houston
(My Love Is Your Love)
A reader once asked me how much I get paid for writing. I replied that the reward of writing does not come in cash. I went on to add that seeing the minds of men and women change and their outlooks broadened was enough reward for writing. Keeping the discussion going and seeing the knowledge shared was more fulfilling than any material reward.
The other day, however, I got my biggest reward. And that is the subject of this story. Sometime last year, in the article MEE, Myself and Edna, I introduced Edna. I presented a preface to one of the stranger than fiction stories I know. In A Strange Summer Flower, I spotlighted the development of our relationship and how the orbits of Venus and Mars were interlocking. In between these times, I have evolved into a being that is closer to my inner self and the norms of my forefathers. I have come to the same conclusion that Zsa Zsa Gabor came to long ago — “A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he’s finished.”
Loving Edna is one of the easiest tasks I have undertaken. She is one of those rare individuals who, once you meet them, you discover their faults all at once, and for the rest of your life, you spend every day discovering their virtues. Edna is any man’s dream woman — she is intelligent, beautiful, and responsible. She is a woman with the classic understanding of a man’s needs and the importance of a complementary interaction. She is the kind of woman who could carry on with the struggle on her own without the man. I feel a wholeness that is uncommon in the annals of man-woman relationships with Edna by my side. I have since concluded that if God made any woman better than Edna, He must have kept her for himself.
When I first met Edna, I could spend hours just looking at her. You would understand why if you knew what the sun means to flowers or what the birds say when they sing in the morning time. I really liked her. Her aura and childlike grace were riveting; her charm unsurpassed. When I looked into her eyes, I saw the Harper…