|Sam is the blond kneeling in front, I am behind him in the plaid shirt|
|Sam Without a Shirt|
I was not a particularly easy woman to love. My soul demanded travel and independence and I could not be tied down. But Sam loved me anyway. In our early 20s he was devastated to learn that while in Greece I had met and married a Greek dancer. But Sam loved me anyway and waited out the years until I returned to his life. During our 23 years of marriage he allowed me more free rein than most men would find possible and all he ever asked is that I return.
Sam was also not an easy man to love. The pain and the hurt he had accumulated created emotional boundaries that could never be scaled. He was a sensitive soul and the world was a very harsh place. The walls became thicker and stronger and he became trapped with his demons. But I loved him anyway.
I will always love him and carry a piece of him within my heart. Although that is the last time I will see him in that particular form, I have no doubt we will find each other again.