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Nina · 10-19-2010, 11:20 PM

getting back to the gym, I miss him in a whole 'nother way...

I miss my partner, T...

he was a big, and I mean Big body-builder and power-lifter...today at dinner my son and I were talking about him, at the end he said "...and he was Huge"
(and he was)...maybe it was to hold a big heart...

he had a dangerous job with dangerous people, and he ended up getting killed...no time to say goodbye

I am thankful to remember him with such love...to have shared myself with someone who got me, and who loved me in the moment and exactly as I was...(as I did him, of course)

I used to have this thing that I wanted to wrestle with him...he would try and comply...I'd tell him to get into position and then I'd drape myself over him, clasp my hands so that I could take him down (ha!!) and then I'd say "now, don't hurt me, don't scare me, and don't be mean...go!"...and he's say "nee, how am I supposed to wrestle then?"...and, I'd say, 'you can, it will be fun...but, don't hurt me, don't scare me, and don't be mean'...he had a Lot of patience...we never really wrestled, it was just something I thought would be fun...in a second he had me down on my back and it was, always, fun !!

we had ups and downs and in between...it was, above all and all the time--real...

so today, I miss my T...and, I'm okay with it...I am really thankful to have what we had...and to know what it's like to be loved and to love with honestly, courage, grace, passion, intensity, and a whole lot of fucking fun!

10-19-2010, 11:20 PM	#86
Nina Timed Out How Do You Identify?: unmistakably Preferred Pronoun?: dearheart Relationship Status: In love, loved and Happy, thanks for askin' Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: SF CA Posts: 1,720 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,113 Thanked 3,384 Times in 931 Posts Rep Power: 0	getting back to the gym, I miss him in a whole 'nother way... I miss my partner, T... he was a big, and I mean Big body-builder and power-lifter...today at dinner my son and I were talking about him, at the end he said "...and he was Huge" (and he was)...maybe it was to hold a big heart... he had a dangerous job with dangerous people, and he ended up getting killed...no time to say goodbye I am thankful to remember him with such love...to have shared myself with someone who got me, and who loved me in the moment and exactly as I was...(as I did him, of course) I used to have this thing that I wanted to wrestle with him...he would try and comply...I'd tell him to get into position and then I'd drape myself over him, clasp my hands so that I could take him down (ha!!) and then I'd say "now, don't hurt me, don't scare me, and don't be mean...go!"...and he's say "nee, how am I supposed to wrestle then?"...and, I'd say, 'you can, it will be fun...but, don't hurt me, don't scare me, and don't be mean'...he had a Lot of patience...we never really wrestled, it was just something I thought would be fun...in a second he had me down on my back and it was, always, fun !! we had ups and downs and in between...it was, above all and all the time--real... so today, I miss my T...and, I'm okay with it...I am really thankful to have what we had...and to know what it's like to be loved and to love with honestly, courage, grace, passion, intensity, and a whole lot of fucking fun!