The death wasn’t a shock…he’d been ill for awhile and had been in hospice for the second time. But the loss of a man that I was closer to than my own father for 18 years still hit me hard. I can still hear the words he spoke to me the last time we had a conversation. He was angry that I had lied to Paula and that it was going to result in our divorce. He was concerned that I wasn’t being fair in the settlement and I had called him because Paula had asked me to explain what I agreed to do. I can remember the first time I met him, travelling with him to a basketball camp where Paula’s son Jason was participating to show support.
He treated Harriett like a wife should be treated…with love and tenderness. The only time I saw him get angry with her was when she got home from shopping late and they had planned to go a basketball game and there wasn’t time for dinner. But his anger lasted only a few minutes and he was soon apologizing to her and helped her unload the packages from the car.