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A week ago today, I was happily married. Life was good, and for the first time in my life, I felt secure with where I was. If someone were to tell me that only one week later, I would be saying a eulogy at my husband's funeral, I would have told them not to be such a downer. If I had been told on Monday morning, that if I let my love go off to work he would be killed minutes later in a devastating accident, I would never have let him leave. Nobody told me that this would happen, though, so now I am here to tell you about Gabriel Gerhard Charest.
I can very clearly recall the first time I met Gabriel. I'll never forget the look of shock on his face when he saw me, the way he confronted me about the colour of my eyes... the way he called me the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Later he would tell me that he had fallen madly in love in that split second I first looked at him.
Gabriel was a very passionate man. He took every moment of every day like it was the most important moment of his life. He loved everything, and everyone equally, though he may not have shown it all the time. Gabriel had the most heart-warming smile, the most amazing voice I've ever heard. He had an awe-inspiring talent of voicing his emotions in a most poetic way. His laugh made my heart race, his sigh would make me dizzy. And his eyes drew me in so I couldn't look away.
Gabriel and I went on our first date while I was still married to Melanie. I had such high hopes for the night, and I had wanted to make a very lasting impression on him. I got half of what I wanted. after spilling a pitcher of ice-water on myself, somehow getting all the cutlery embedded in the wall, and as the piéce de résistance, lighting the tablecloth on fire by accident, I'd certainly left quite the impression. I felt ashamed and stupid, and figured he would never want to see me again. He had fun, though, and suggested we do it again the next week. Just hearing him laugh made it all worthwhile.
Gabriel was a very reliable guy. anyone could ask for anything from him, and he would come through. I sometimes feel I relied on him too much, but he always insisted I didn't rely on him enough. He always cared more about others, his friends and family, more than he cared about himself. That wasn't such a good thing sometimes, but he wasn't about to let anything stop him. He even faked his own death just to get me off the hook once. That's just the kind of guy he was.
Two years ago last December, I bought the engagement ring I wear. Gabriel had made a promise to me that if I were ever to leave Melanie, he would ask me to marry him. And I promised that I would say yes. That ring, I gave him to symbolize that promise. Then, this September, he used our promise ring to propose to me. That moment was one of the best of my life, second only to that moment when I became a father.
Gabriel was always by my side, no matter what happened. I have been very ill for a long time now, and he was always at the hospital with me. I'm real crybaby, and he always held and comforted me when I was upset. I only wish I'd been able to do the same for him more often. I know he'll still always be by my side, watching over me. Listening to my complaining. Comforting me as only he can. And one day, I'll be able to join him there. But until then, I'll remember him for everything he was, and always will be.
Koware-Yasui · Sun Mar 15, 2009 @ 10:36pm · 0 Comments |
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