A Letter to my wife Velna on what would have been our 64th wedding anniversary on December 18 2016
Dear Velna, it has now been 64 years since you and I traveled from Laramie to Salt Lake City on treacherous icy roads in my parents' car with my mother and sister Elizabeth who had driven from Penrose in northwest Wyoming the night before to accompany us to Salt Lake. We arrived at the Salt Lake County courthouse at about 10 minutes or so to 5, closing time, after the delay from the bad roads. Otherwise, we would not have been able to get our marriage license until the following Monday and then what would we have done? So we got our license and went to the Salt Lake Temple to get married.
I was 20, you were 19. Three years earlier, I had rung your doorbell to go on a blind date with you to a square dance at the suggestion of my roommate. So on that cold January evening after I had just arrived in Laramie to go to school, I rang the doorbell at 615 Flint St, very nervous, since I wasn't sure about anything or whether you would like me or what you would think about me. I had been informed that you were cute, so that wasn't a worry. And there you were. And there you stayed in my heart, my mind, and my life from that fateful and wonderful first date until now and beyond.
Much of what I accomplished in life, I owe to you. You were my anchor, my listener, my helper, my co-worker, my co-parent. You calmed my worries, you kept reassuring me and encouraging me in some dark and troubled hours along the way. You always forgave and never criticized. As we moved around the country, we traveled many highways, many roads, and tried many things. But neither of us ever gave up.
Even at the end of your life, you never gave up despite the excruciating and chronic pain you suffered from so many ailments that could not be cured. You still greeted each new day and said repeatedly you were not ready to go because you wanted to see what would happen on each new day. But then it became too much for you and you were taken from me in a loss that left me inconsolable for a time and still leaves me heartbroken. But I remain thankful beyond measure for each minute, each day, each year, we spent together. So today I will take a flower to the cemetery and lay it carefully on your gravestone as a tribute to who you were, who you are, and who you will continue to be. You have been and always will be the light and love of my life. May you rest in peace until we meet again. Your loving husband, Dwight