Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Happy Anniversary

Thirty-six years ago today — April 22, 1984 — a young man came up to me and asked me to dance with him. I said yes, and we did for the next fifteen years. Allen Pfannenstiel became my partner, my lover, my husband in every way, and he changed my life. Even though we separated in 1999, we stayed friends and in love, and when he died on June 8, 2018, a part of me went with him.

I wrote about our life together in “A Tree Grows in Longmont.” He will always be with me, and I will always call him sweetheart.

Allen’s graduation picture – 1982

Our last picture together: Miami Beach, 2012