He could irritate me. Sometimes we argued. He used to get annoyed when I changed the radio station in the car and I used to resent all the time he spent away from home. But he was my first love. The first person who made me feel beautiful. Who told me he believed in me. He held my hand when we walked into a party. He rarely got mad at me and never stayed mad, even when I deserved it. We built a life together. Sometimes it was beautiful. Sometimes it was messy. And I loved every minute of it.
Those experiences cemented our bond and built it into one which has yet to be equaled. He was and is one of the biggest inspirations in my life. So it seems fitting to dedicate this section of my blog to my husband, Lou Allen.
The best thing about Lou is that he touched so many lives. His students are now grown, many with families of their own. They still make sure to find me. To let me know how he changed their lives. People who met him remembered him. Medics who spent his last moments with him were moved by him. My biggest regret is that our boys will never have firsthand knowledge of how awesome their dad was. Yet I’m not so biased as to believe he was the most, or the only, inspirational person to walk the earth.
This section will soon be brimming with stories of people worthy of recognition for their courage, tenacity, grace, and strength of will. I am blessed to personally know many of these people, and I will be sharing their stories here. I am excited to meet others so that I may share their stories, too.
If you know someone whose story you’d like to see here, please email me about them. And if you see a story here that moves you- and I challenge you to not be inspired by any of them- please share.