Twenty years ago today, on 1st February 2000, my father died in London. He had had serious respiratory problems for a few years prior, but he was in his favourite chair quietly watching TV when the heart attack took him. I was working with a client in Oklahoma that week and somehow the message got through to me. I was close with my Dad, but my mother and I were estranged and we had not spoken for many years at that time. We had a short call that day that resolved nothing between us.
For the previous month or so, the lady who would become the Everloving and I had been flirting online at Utne Cafe. She lived near Wichita, Kansas, and we had arranged — because it was so close — for me to fly up from Oklahoma that evening. So, twenty years ago today was the first time she and I actually met.
The circle of life. One life ended, and another partnership began, twenty years ago today.