Habia Una Vez

  

   Once upon a time… a good and beautifulman loved me and I loved him. Together we had it all—great life, family, careers,elegant home in the old Hollywood barrio of Los Feliz (bad Spanish for The Happy Ones.) One night I had a nightmare that mylove left me. My pillow was wet with my tears. He kissed and embraced me,swearing he never would leave me.But he did. He was diagnosed with advanced cancer,way too young and far too healthy. He never gave up hope, although thedoctors had none, giving him 18 months. Our future changed from growing oldwith grandchildren to immediate surgery, and then, certain death. Twenty years have passed since Ilost that love, the perfect life, that dream come true. I’ve lived anotherlifetime since, including two cancers of my own.    Love, loss,death is a tango. But my story has an ending possibly negotiated by my husbandfrom heaven. Now in Buenos Aires, I live, dance and teach tango with anArgentine. We love each other.On the other side of the world myhome is once again in the barrio of “Los Feliz.”   .