He made her happy.
May 10th, 2013 | SarahLove
When I first met Bo and Theresa I was pleasantly surprised at how involved Bo wanted to be with the planning of the wedding. He was incredibly specific in where the photos would be taken. For their engagement session, he didn’t want to just settle for a local park or special place that they shared. He wanted a new adventure for them, requesting to go up The Tram to watch the sunset together. I challenged them by asking them to climb boulders and to sit at the edge of a cliff as the sun disappeared far across the land. Bo held Theresa closely to his chest and looked at her a hundred times more than the setting sun. Once we were up at the top of the mountain, I could tell that he viewed the sun as an afterthought; Theresa radiating more beauty than the horizon.
The wedding was no different. Bo had request after request at the little Bed and Breakfast that he reserved for their wedding night up in Santa Fe. Before my departure, he had one last request: To get him carrying her over the threshold, something he always imagined doing.
When Theresa called me last week her voice trembled and I could feel the pain in her heart. Her love, Bo, had been in a tragic accident at work. She didn’t have to say the words out loud, I knew he had passed. She told me that I had the pictures of the only time he wore a suit, the memories of a monumental adventure in their special relationship and the way he looked at her and only her. She told me that they had recently looked at their wedding album together, reminiscing about that day. Then she laughed, ‘He was always full of so many ideas and set goal after goal.’
Tonight the funeral home seats were completely filled. The lobby overflowed with family, friends and co-workers who love the man, who loved his wife. The priest who married them said that when he interviewed Theresa and Bo before their ceremony he asked them, ‘What are your goals as a couple?’. Bo replied, ‘To make Theresa happy.’ The priest inquired, ‘Why?’ In all his years he never heard a man say what Bo did, ‘I want to make Theresa happy because that will make me happy. In turn, that will make God happy.’
Then I remembered the devotion in his love for Theresa and the night up at the top of the mountain. He wore a cross around his neck that sparkled so much, it kept shining a glare into my camera lens. I couldn’t help but smile.
There was a woman who was loved by a man. That woman is Theresa. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her! This kind of love is the kind lasts for all of time. Although his life was cut short, he fulfilled his goals: He made her happy.