Richard was 78 years old the year he married my mother. She was 70. How sweet, we all thought. Companionship for one another. He was 90 years old when he died. He made those some of the best years of my mother's life.
During the time, he was sick. I spent many hours, keeping my mother company. One day trying to find something to talk about, I asked her what event, had most changed her life.
Here is her story!
First, she asked me if her talking about sex would bother me? I nodded no.
Believe me, she had my attention. My mother and sex were not things you thought about together.
She began, by stating that no matter what she might say now, she had loved my dad with all her heart. She continued, "In the fifty years we were married however, we never saw each other naked, and sex with him never took more than 15 minutes. That's the way he was, and that's the way it was."
"That's why my first time with Richard, changed my life so very much. Sometimes at 78, it isn't easy to make all the plumbing work.. Maybe that's how he learned, all he knew. I never asked. We just didn't talk about sex like you young people do today."
She closed her eyes and a small tear fell down her check, she wiped it off, before continuing her story.
"The first night we spent together, he sent me off for a bath with a present. While I was soaking, he gathered all the candles in the house and lit them, decorated my room with flowers, and sprayed the sheets and pillows with cologne. He also brought us a fine wine and two beautiful glasses. The good glasses I never found an occasion to use."
I interrupted to ask her about the present. She answered "It was a nightgown, so soft and silky, you could crush it into one hand. A deep emerald green with a low neckline and a slit up one side. Clingy in all the right places. It made me look like about 50 in the candlelight, and when he looked at me I felt about 20 again."
