I have been asked a few times recently, how can I say my wife , Penny, is my soul mate and still refer to a “Best Friend”, who is very much alive.  First of all, Penny was my lover and the mother of my child.  My child-siring days are over.  For all I know, my love-making days might be over, too.

She used to say, “An apple is an apple, not an orange”, in dismissing some of my more ludicrous excuses for silly behaviour and bad choices, in the early years of our marriage.  So it goes.  The person I regard as my best friend is dealing with a full plate, emotionally, spiritually and physically.  It is my turn to support her, by being physically absent from her life, for the time being.  This person is in my heart, as a friend, period.  I pray for her, I send positive thoughts to her, and I love her dearly.  I would take a bullet for her, as I would for several of my dearest friends.

She, and they, are the oranges of my life.  Thus far, Penny is the sole apple.  All are sweet to me, in their own way. I hope this clears up any lingering confusion, and I am putting this subject to rest.  C, wherever you are right now, be safe and well, and strive for what’s rightfully yours.  You are a human treasure.