We went to most of the rodeos most of the time. When Brooks and Dunn were in town we got the VIP sets. Through my job,  We could go back stage or where ever we wanted to.  They were preforming at the Pasadena Rodeo Grounds, we talked to Ronnie Dunn for about an hour, he was very nice, we met his wife and his step daughter.  My husband loved the rodeo show. He  liked to watch the bull riders, he thought they were the most amazing, brave cowboys. He would look down at me, where I was  hiding  my face in his chest, because I was scare to see them get hurt. I would hide  there until  he  whispered in my ear that it was ok to look.  I didn't like to see them get hurt and some would get hurt.  He always had his arm around me.  He laughed out loud and say " Girl you are going to miss the entire show!". If we went to a scary movie I would do the same thing, he use to tell people that I missed the whole movie hiding!.  He would laughed at me when  I found a bug in our home and carried it outside to let it loose. I couldn't stand the thought of killing anything, I think he loved those little things about me.  I was always protected by three brothers and strict parents. It took me a while, but my wonderful husband taught me so much about life throughout our years together. He had a rough life and grew up long before his years.  He knew I had not been exposed to that kind of life and was sheltered to a point.  I was always the designated driver for everyone. I obeyed my parents, our friends thought I was funny. they all had more freedom, than I did.  I always worried about coming home late or breaking rules set for me by my parents, they didn't have to worry.  One night we went to Gilley's to meet  some of our  friends. I never had any alcohol in my entire life.  While at Gilley's my husband was in a deep conversation.  I got really thirsty, my girl friend told me to take a drink from her bud light, without really thinking I picked it up and started drinking some of it. I was so thirsty  I  finished about half of it, before I put it down. I started feeling funny right away. Everyone seem to be moving in slow motion, they were laughting and pointing at me.  My girl friend  was daring me to ride the bull, all the time giving me a little push in that direction.  I remember laughing and heading for the bull. With some help from a stranger,  I was seated on the saddle, ready to go. But before I could get started, I felt hands pulling me off, I realized it was my husband. He  carried me back to our table. He was furious at all our friends, he hollered at them and told them if they wanted to ride the bull to go ahead and leave me alone. He blamed everyone for getting me drunk on a half can of beer. He never blame me for the incident. We laughed about it the next day, he said " Girl,I can't take my eyes off you!".  He was so protective of me, during our entire marriage. I hardly ever touched the stuff again. I was growing up as his wife and loving it every day, He loved having me as his wife, he felt he had someone who loved him back, something he had very little of when he was growing up. I was so happy being his wife. We were just teens, so in love with each other. We would always hold hands or he would have his arm around me all the time.   Some of our friends were jealous of our devotion for each other. they hated that they didn't have us to run around with some of the time.  We grew up with a love for dancing. We went almost every single week-end. We always had a good time. The legend continued to follow us where ever we went, it was the cowboy that we into the woman's bathroom, or pulled her off the bull, sometimes it was things that never happened. The story got bigger and bigger, as time went on ,more was added and  passed on. It seem like we were always being watched on the dance floor. People would always come up and shake our hands, they would tell us how much they loved to watch us dance . . It just seem that people were amused by the little things we did.  We just got a reputation that people created for us. Strangers who  came to the club from out of town, would ask us to have our picture taken with them. We were just down to earth couple, like most anyone else. I was the city girl, he was the cowboy. These memories will never died, my broken heart will never mend, my love for Ed will never end.

  Endless thoughts of Ed, those wonderful cherished  memories  live  in my heart. forever.  I remember the first time we met, just like it happened today. My friend Brenda and I worked after school at the local Dairy Queen. Her boy friend always picked her up after work. One night he brought his friend Ed with him. I was working the window . When Ed came to the window I went   to take his order. I had my pad in my hand, I  looked up into those deep, sleepy green eyes, as his met  mine.  Time stood still, for what seem like a long time, neither one of us moved or said a word, we just stared at each other. He had this different hair style, with long side burns and all I could utter in a low soft  voice was " I like your hair". He gave me a long cool lopsided grin and smile real big. All he said was thanks and left. He walked away and got in his friend's car. I saw him coming back and wondered what he wanted. We both started laughing when he told me he forgot to place his order!. Brenda was getting off  work at the same time that I was. She asked me if I wanted a ride home I said yes, I want to get to know this guy, later Brenda told me Ed asked them to give me a ride home.   We drove around for a while.  Parked by the water,  Ed and I walked along the water getting to know each other, just talking.  He was the most amazing guy I had ever met. he was everything that I never got to be. He had tons of friends. He had freedom to do what he wanted. I had very strict catholic parents.   He was a country cowboy, who loved country music and dancing. I was a city girl, who loved rock and roll.  He taught me how to dance country, I taught him how to dance rock and roll. His friends were lay back care free. My friends came from strict famlies. We were so opposite of each other,  but we were crazy about each other. The first time he came to meet my parents, I was not ready, when I came into the living room saw my dad talking to Ed. When we left , Ed got into his car and busted out laughing. When I looked at him with a puzzle look,  he looked at me and said do you know what your dad said to me? He told me to give him my entire name and date of birth. He than told me he was having his friend, the chief of police run a back ground check on me. Thank God it was night time my face must have turned bright red,  I was so embarrassed that my dad would do that to me. the next day my dad did just what he said he would.  He did not like this lay back, carefree spirited teen seeing his little girl. He thought he was too wild for me. One night we had been out with his friends, they took me home first because I had an earlier curfew than they did. We were standing outside of Ed's car, he knew I nervous, that I might be late and I wanted him to hurry up and kiss me good night so I could get inside my door in time. I didn't want my dad to embarrass me, by hollering for me to come inside.  I did not want my dad  to think I was out there doing anything but kissing good night. Everytime Ed lean down to kiss me good night, he would bust out  laughing, he lean in about three times, each time he would bust out laughing. I just blurred out "if you going to do it, do it". They all thought that was so funny. They all started laughed so loud.  I just stood on my toes and gave him a quick kiss and rushed inside, just as dad blinked the porch lights once, his signal for me to come in. For weeks they went around joking and saying "if your gonna do it, "do it."  I soon became adjusted to their  nature.  Ed rocked my world, like no one on earth ever did and will never do. He was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We never could get enough of each other.  We went go-cart riding, dancing did a lot of fun things with  his friends and sometimes mine. But  they were  jealous of our devotion to each other. From the first time we looked into each other's eyes, we formed a special bond, that would last a life time. Ed had the pick of the girls. But he wanted me. he never wanted anyone else. He loved the fact that I was young, clean and wholesome, didn't need to wear tons of make-up. I was different from the wild girls he knew.  the girls were jealous of me, they were always trying to get him to go out with them, but he wouldn't.  He would  seek me out at our teen school dances. He would  smile that lopsided grin, with those sexy green eyes, our eyes locked from across the floor. At that moment no one else exsisted. He rocked my world. It was a passion that never, ever  ended. We had to deal with jealous friends all the time, which continued throughout our life together. Ed always protected me from the world. He taught me to  about  the dangers in life, taught me so much about life. I was always sheltered and was very unexperience, but he taught me about real things in life. We grew up together, he was the love of my life, I his. "Cherished memories never fade, because one loved one is gone, Those we love can never be more than a though apart, as long as there's a memory, that lives in our hearts".

Before the Urban Cowboy movie was ever filmed at Gilley's Country club, in Pasadena Texas, my husband and I were using fake ID's to get inside the club. The place could hold a few hundred people. It was an  amazing Club the first of it's kind. It had so much to offer in the entertainment field. Riding the bull, restrauant , Souvenirs shops, getting a boot shines, bands, great music,celebrity entertainers and a great dance floor. It was the place to be. My husband and I loved to dance, so we always went there every week-end. We would meet friends, shop, eat and dance the entire night. Ed bought us matching Gilley's Tee shirts. People would come from all over the world to see the club made famous by the movie and John Travolta. Ed was very protective with me, but sometimes we were both a little jealous. Guys were always asking me to dance and women were always asking him to dance. We had an understanding that we would only dance with each other, or our friends seated with us. Still, others kept asking us to dance, people we didn't even know. At one point I got angry because Ed,  wouldn't get rid of a woman hanging on. So I stomp off to the bathroom. Catching me leaving, Ed came after me, but I ducked into the women's bathroom to avoid him. I was inside the stall, not wanting anyone to see me, when I heard a lot of giggling, hellos and laughing. All of a sudden there was a big knock on the door,  It was Ed telling me to open the door!,  I was shocked, I never dreamed he would come in the woman's bathroom!  I was so embarrassed, I thought I would die, (of course, later he told me that he asked the woman if it was clear for him to enter.) I rushed out a head of him, heading for the front door of the club.  I was almost there when something grabbed me across the stomach from behind. I found myself being carried by Ed, back into the club. During those days I was so young and easily embarrassed, but everyone was laughing and thought we were so cute. I heard remarks like " Hey that cowboy knows how to get what he wants!". After that, it seem that no one forgot who we were, they would refer to us when they saw us as -- " there's the cowboy who went into the woman's bathroom, or the cowboy who  wouldn't let his girl get away!. From the day on we were both always greeted by strangers and friends each time we were out. We were never, ever forgotten. We had some great, fun times and to this day I still have many of those friends, who along with me miss my cowboy, very much. There was never something I wanted that Ed wouldn't get for me. We were just kids who grew up together, lived for each other, and loved each other very deeply. ------Insert from my diary.

My husband was this sweet loving, lay back Texas Cowboy. He had a calm cool way of looking deep into my eyes with those dreamy, sleepy green eyes, when I was talking to him. He would look at me with a half grim from across a room full of people. It would just about  take my breathe away.  When we were dating, I lost all track of time, I was always late for my curfew, my strict Catholic parents were not happy.  Ed died because his doctors treated him for a problem he never had. For two years he was treated for a back problem. we changed doctors and discovered  he was already in stage two lung cancer, a nerve test revealed he never had a back problem. He got sick just before he had to start his  radiation treatments.  So we went to the hospital and admitted him.  He had to have  major surgery, and remained in the hospital for fifteen days. I never left the hospital all of those days, sleeping beside him, while he held my hand the entire night. On the tenth day,  he was so tired and depressed. I wanted to do something to cheer him up. I found  a wheel chair  in the hall way. I sneak him out of the room. We went sailing through the hallways, downstairs all over, I put my chin on his shoulder, next to his cheek and just kept pushing the wheel chair ,we giggled at those watching us race down the hallways like little kids, with my cheek next to his. I kept singing Johnny Cash's song " If I were a Carpenter", into his ear. I changed  some of the words .  I was singing " You are a carpenter and I married you anyway and I had your babies". He got out of his depressed mood after that. He was happier when we went home five days later. Ed was an award winning master carpenter, but I didn't care, because I loved him with all my heart and sole no matter what he was.  He always protected me, never allowed anyone to hurt me. I loved that man. He always sat on the corner of our couch, his arm around me. We could sit like that for hours, just watching TV.  I taped a note to the bathroom mirror for him to see when he went to shave the next moring, reading " You were met just to be in my arms, I take this journey with you by my site, so much in love with this beautiful fairy tale life you created for us, you are the love of my life", I married you for better or for worst". 

 I was raise in a strict Catholic family, he was Baptist.  Since we were not married in the Catholic church,  I could not recieve the holy sacraments. Father Chia,  had been the visiting priest at our church for some time.  He dropped by unexpected, sometimes  to pester my husband about becoming a Catholic,  so I could recieve the holy sacraments. One day he was outside working under our car.  Father Chia arrived in his best Sunday suit. My husband told him he couldn't quit working, to talk because he had to finish working on the car. But Father Chia was insisted, he got down on his back  and eased his body under the car beside my husband. I looked out the window and saw my husband coming out and making jesters to Father Chia. I wanted to run and hide.  a few weeks later I got an invitation in the mail. It was from my husband asking me to attend his up coming baptism,because he had finished all the lessons! He was that kind of  a man. " We Cherish each other's hopes, were kind to each other's dreams, molded one another's dreams, we touch each other's hearts, whenever I think of him, I smile inside". insert from my dairy--April 4TH

 The day I looked into those beautiful green eyes, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Later  he told me he wanted me to be his girl.  From the time we first met we formed a very special and powerful bonding.  Once while eating a salad, I felt something hard with my fork. I move the lettuce around, pick up a tiny promise ring. I started crying,  he kept telling me he put it there, but all I could think of was how special, that he would go through the trouble of engaging the kitchen's help to surprise me! I never, ever met a guy like him.  After we were married, he use to  listen to me talk about things that I liked or wanted to buy, while on the phone with my friends or family. He never said a word, but on Christmas morning all of those things were under the christmas tree. It amazed me that he would remember what I wanted, that he would take the time to go out and buy them, wrap them and surprise me with them.Things  that I talked about months ago!. My girl friends use to laugh and joke, asking me if he had any brothers. His childhood was very sad and lonely. But he was the most caring and loving guy that ever walked into my life. He never allowed his bad childhood to keep him from growing into a wonderful human being.  We were fourteen and fifteen when we met.  Even years later, anytime he spotted my car while out shopping, I would come out and find his mushy, sexy, love notes on my windshield. God blessed me with a never ending love, one that only comes around once in a life time. Our hearts now beat as one, he is in my heart forever.

I wanted to surprise my husband, after he bought his pick-up. He said he needed his windows tinted but never got around to doing them.  One day when he took my car , he was going to drop it off to have a tune up.   I took his pick-up and had the windows tinted. When he got home that evening, he called me outside to see my car, he had my windows tinted too!. When I pointed to his truck, we both started laughing .  that's one of many memories that comfort  me today, those special, wonderful memories.

TO YESTERDAY'S COMPANIONSHIP AND TOMORROW'S REUION. THE SONG HAS ENDED BUT THE MELODY LINGERS ON:::::::HE NEVER HEARD OPPORTUNITY KNOCK BECAUSE HE WAS TOO BUSY BUILDING DOORS:::TOO WELL LOVED TO EVER BEFORGOTTEN::::::THE BEST IS YET TO COME:::UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN MAY GOD HOLD IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND.