MindSpinner

Every life, bravely lived, ought to have such a love story, and such a love story ought not to have an end. Life, however, is no respecter of such principles. Perhaps that is why the best love stories have to be told and retold.

I never met Julie, except through her stories, which are artful and muscular and brave. I would read them for the first time a month or so after she died. Her voice lives in them still. I’ve heard parts of this love story before, from DrGuy, Julie’s husband, but I have not heard the whole. He’s telling it now, in blog-post installments. The telling is the gift love can yet give.

I’ll steal no thunder, tell no more. You’ll find yourself on the edge of your seat from one installment to the next, for, as Shakespeare put it, “The course of true love ne’er did run smooth.” Begin, of course, at the beginning, which is listed at the bottom of the page, and read your way through the thread.