We went our separate ways for a few years, but never forgot each other. We would check in, send birthday cards, and phone calls (on something called a land line, ha!!) Every time we would talk the same initial spark was there. Instant comfort, love and chemistry, no matter how long it had been since our last conversation.
Each time this happened I would try to gauge where he was at in life, and every time, I could tell he was still in his ‘party-boy’ phase. This meant no matter how much I loved him, he wasn’t ready for me. I told him as much and I would hang up the phone wishing it could be different, all while knowing it couldn’t be.
For all intents and purposes, I thought I would never talk to him again. I packed up and left my home state of Oklahoma, since there was no tie there, and on a whim moved to NYC (a long time dream of mine). While living in New York, I met my future husband Joel. We stayed in NYC for a few years, but eventually the low-cost of living swayed us to return to Oklahoma. This is where everything fell apart.
While all this was happening, DeAngelo would keep up with me online through a blog I wrote. He said he just felt this pull to check in and make sure I was ok. To pray for me from afar. The day Joel died he found out from my blog. His heart was breaking for me, not even knowing it would soon intertwine with mine once again.
