To Be Loved by Ann – by Thomas Knight
I pictured everyone talking about Ann’s wonderful personality and recounting many times she brought joy into his or her life. So I decided to take a different approach, and I would like to talk about how it felt to be loved by Ann.
When I first realized that Ann and I were in love, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that this beautiful woman loved me! And every day since, I have marveled at my good fortune to be loved by Ann.
Our relationship was simple. Anything that brought each other joy, we were happy to do, and living like this brought us joy. My purpose in life was to love Ann.
I have been happy to do things for Ann, and now, to be the man that Ann has helped me to be, I still have to be happy to do the things that Ann wanted. To be loved by Ann was a blessing to be paid forward.
I am grateful. I am a lucky guy to have been loved by Ann for fifty-five years. I built our house, and Ann made it a home. I attended the party, but Ann made it fun. I was happy to work, and Ann to organize. We raised Jeremy and Kimberly in a loving home... that was organized.
Ann gave and gave and gave and gave some more. Sometimes I foolishly complained that she (and also you because you loved her) had to not only go the “second mile” but also the third, the fourth, the fifth mile. We not only had to have Toody, her mom, come to stay with us every summer, but it had to be for two weeks!
In retrospect, Ann was right. I am sorry that I complained that we always had to go the extra mile. Ann was right, and I loved her for making me more in every way.
Ann was a giving person, and I loved her for it. Ann had a twinkle in her eye, and I loved her for it. Ann had an original, one-of-a-kind sense of humour, and I loved her for it. Ann was an advocate of justice, and I loved her for it. Ann made me pay attention, and I loved her for it. Ann was stubborn, and I loved her for it. Ann made me laugh and cry, and I loved her for it. Ann stepped up when needed, and I loved her for it. Ann wanted the tea towel folded and the bed made, and I loved her for it... and I also did it... for Ann, because Ann was my everything. And I will still do it because I was loved by Ann.
Yes, I cry. I sob with despair for the loss of Ann and the pain of cancer she suffered. However, the pain Ann felt most was in knowing she wouldn’t see the future milestones and adventures of her family! Ann felt ripped off, and rightly so! I cry with despair for Ann to have suffered the loss of continuing to love and support her family and friends and future friends. But I take some solace in knowing that Ann’s love will continue to impact everyone who knew her... everyone who was loved by Ann.
I have always felt it strange that, although she loved music, playing ukulele and singing hymns in church, Ann didn’t listen to music at home or in her car... it interfered with her thinking, she said. Kind of frustrating for a songwriter husband who has written her a hundred love songs!
Two nights before Ann died, I was awakened from my cot beside her in hospice when Ann called my name. At this point in Ann’s suffering, she had never been fully lucid under the pain meds needed to quell her pain, and only lucid while still in pain. So I was shocked to hear Ann speaking clearly to me. Immediately, I asked about her pain level, ready to get the nurse, but Ann said that she was pain free and wanted to tell me something. “Tom, Tom!” she repeated. “I really love all the love songs you have written for me!” We hugged and we kissed, and we had a good talk. I am so grateful that Ann (with God’s help, I believe) pulled herself out of the fog of the pain meds to comfort me that night. This is how it was to be loved by Ann.
Thomas