My mother first met Ron in the driveway of my home, for about 5 minutes. The usual first meeting. “Mom, this is Ron. Ron, this is my mother, Maggie.” A couple of pleasantries, and he was away.
Unbeknownst to me, my mother was in the early stages of dementia. Hard to tell, as she had a brilliant, brilliant mind.
Anyway, after he drove away, she turned and punched me in the arm. What was that for?
“First of all you never told me he was so handsome!”
He was? How could I not have seen that? Of course he was. But I was so hopelessly smitten, with HIM, I somehow had not really clocked that. (Funny to think of now, twelve years later, when he can walk into a room, and I am smitten all over again)
But then she really let loose.
“Something like this does not happen to most people. Most people go their entire lives without ever finding this kind of love. This just doesn’t happen everyday. And when two people as special, and as unusual as the two of you, are lucky enough to find each other, it is your absolute RESPONSIBILITY, to do whatever it takes, to move heaven and earth to be together. You owe it to all the people who will never have such an opportunity!”
I stood there stunned. She had met him for 5 minutes.
But my mother had an almost eery ability to read people. I think she was part of a long line of “witches”.
Because the the creeping dementia, it was one of the last times she was so forceful and so absolute about something.
As usual, she was right.
Happy Valentines Day, Ron Moore.