Thanks To A Man I Never Knew

I never knew the man I am writing about today.  He change the course of my future long before I was born.  It wasn't until I was an adult that I learned about this man.

Carol Poovey. He was my grandmother Elieen's first love. Sometime just before or after the start of World War II, my grandmother married Mr. Poovey.  They had a child together, a daughter I believe. He was sent overseas.  Before the end of the war, my grandmother had lost both her husband and her child.

My grandmother always had a certain sadness about her.  I didn't understand why as a child.  After the war, my grandmother remarried and had two more children.  She had another daughter, my aunt, and a son, my father.  For some reason, my grandfather would not allow my grandmother to talk about neither her first husband, nor her first child.

She had to bear an unimaginable sadness for her whole adult life.  Missed birthdays, wedding anniversaries, and life events never to be lived.  However, my grandmother did keep all the treasures from her life lived prior to my grandfather.  She kept love letters and tokens of time spent together.

I am thankful that Carol Poovey loved my grandmother, that he gave her such happiness during their short time together.