CamEdwards
07-23-2003, 05:54 AM
Just wanted to share this story with you.
I went to school with David and Carrie. They were a year behind me, so I didn't know them too well, but they were the type of kids that everybody "knew". David played football and basketball, Carrie was in the honor society and was the star player on our school's softball team. She also dated my best friend for about a year while we were in high school.
David and Carrie were always friendly, but they never went out with each other. They hung out in the same group of 6 or 8 people, but that was it.
I guess it was after college that the two of them started talking again. They talked about the feelings they had for one another back in high school, and realized those feelings had never gone away.
Last year, David and Carrie got married.
This week, Carrie died.
What makes this such a love story to me is that David knew Carrie was dying when he proposed. Shortly after college, Carrie was diagnosed with cancer, and she spent the past four years fighting it. By the time the cancer was discovered, it had spread throughout her body, so chemotherapy was basically her only option. The doctors didn't give her any chance of recovery, and sadly they were right.
To marry someone for life, knowing that life may only be months away from ending... I can't even put into words how that makes me feel. To be a widow at age 27. To honeymoon, then spend the next few months by your wife's side in the hospital. To say goodbye, when you just said "I do".
I just found out about Carrie's death by reading this morning's paper. It wasn't a story, just an obituary. I just thought that in this day and age of "if it bleeds, it leads", "what did he know and when did he know it", and "I committed adultery but not rape", that you might like to hear a love story.
I went to school with David and Carrie. They were a year behind me, so I didn't know them too well, but they were the type of kids that everybody "knew". David played football and basketball, Carrie was in the honor society and was the star player on our school's softball team. She also dated my best friend for about a year while we were in high school.
David and Carrie were always friendly, but they never went out with each other. They hung out in the same group of 6 or 8 people, but that was it.
I guess it was after college that the two of them started talking again. They talked about the feelings they had for one another back in high school, and realized those feelings had never gone away.
Last year, David and Carrie got married.
This week, Carrie died.
What makes this such a love story to me is that David knew Carrie was dying when he proposed. Shortly after college, Carrie was diagnosed with cancer, and she spent the past four years fighting it. By the time the cancer was discovered, it had spread throughout her body, so chemotherapy was basically her only option. The doctors didn't give her any chance of recovery, and sadly they were right.
To marry someone for life, knowing that life may only be months away from ending... I can't even put into words how that makes me feel. To be a widow at age 27. To honeymoon, then spend the next few months by your wife's side in the hospital. To say goodbye, when you just said "I do".
I just found out about Carrie's death by reading this morning's paper. It wasn't a story, just an obituary. I just thought that in this day and age of "if it bleeds, it leads", "what did he know and when did he know it", and "I committed adultery but not rape", that you might like to hear a love story.