We certainly had a tumultuous relationship, but what we never told each other enough was how much we meant to each other and maybe how we kept our feelings hid.
Kristine and I were both divorced and never really talked about our marriages. All I remember was that she was married by an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing and there were brilliant things about the great Dane- a complete lack of bs, someone who loved to sing “Big Yellow Taxi” and “Moon River” at karaoke.
She was adventurous and took me out of my comfort zone and introduced me to a world that I never knew existed.
She made me stop drinking alcohol and made me see her very emotional side whenever she would mention her father.
I think she lost him to cancer at 67 and would show photos of her with him and tell me how she would give anything in the world for five minutes with him.
This is when I saw a very different side to her- a very caring and kind side and not someone with the gypsy in her soul.
I loved her very much and still think of her fondly.
We had some good years together which I appreciate now more than I did and when I should have.
Or maybe, it lasted as long as it was meant to last.