Remembering Ava

Ava and I had more than fifty good years together. How many people get even a fraction of that?

Truth be told, I just needed to get some of this off my chest... get it out in the open. Ava and I hid our relationship, even from those closest to us, for most of our lives.

Oh, it's not as if these people were stupid, as if they didn't know.

But, it was never discussed or even acknowledged. At least not until late... very late in life.

Hell. We never even held hands in public until Ava was in her seventies and I was in my sixties.

This is a hard, bitter world, but I always, always, always had Ava to give me shelter.

And she always had me.

As far as I know, we were the two most fortunate people on the planet.