David (1953-2023) and I met 50 years ago. We got married 45 years ago. He was 70 when he died, just a week after my 70th birthday.
There’s something special about those numbers. I wish the 70 could have been changed to 90 or even 100. I’d always imagined we would grow old together. But those 45 years were filled with happiness and I’ll always treasure the memories.
Talking of numbers brings me to accuracy, a trait often mentioned by those who came to console us during the shiva. David’s job as an electronics engineer was to design printed circuit boards. It’s a complicated process that involves taking numerous factors into account. Other engineers create the design, try it out, work on the bugs, try again, and so on until it eventually works. David considered all the problems in advance. His boards worked first time.
What about David’s hobby, art? He produced delightful paintings and sketches, as well as some sculptures. But art can surely be whatever you want to make it. I wasn’t even sure that accuracy was a term that could correctly be applied to art.
“Of course it can,” said the artist Anat Eshed, who taught David several years ago. She looked up to the wall with his paintings. “And David was very accurate. He had an eye for detail and drew exactly what he saw. He was a pleasure to teach.”
I might write more about David in subsequent posts. In the meantime, here’s a poem:
Shy Guy (a poem)
Drawn to a shy guy I met at a guitar lesson.
Afterwards, he invited me to give him a call.
Very soon after,
I
Did.
Diving in was not our thing.
Rather, we waited five years to marry.
Over the decades, our love grew. Now, I can only
Remember.
Initial letters of each line, you may have noticed, spell his name.
Miriam Drori, Author 