Long ago and far away in a land called “Central Texas,” there lived a young man named Tommy and a girl I will call Nancy.
Tommy returned home for the summer from Texas Tech, where he attended on a track scholarship after excelling in high school. One evening in June of 1958, Tommy and his roommate drove to a neighboring town. Nancy and her friend's car had broken down, and the two gallant young men stopped to render aid. And… from that moment on, Tommy and Nancy were never separated.
Yes, time and distance came into play, with him returning to college and her back in school, but letters were written and phone calls were made. He would hitchhike home to see her, and she would skip school to be with him.
In the spring of 1959, Nancy moved to Lubbock, and she and Tommy married in December. Many believed their marriage would not last. With children on the way, Tommy left school to work, delaying his education for 11 years. During that time, Nancy also worked to support their family. In 1967, Tommy earned his degree in education and became a high school coach and teacher, a career he cherished nearly as much as he loved Nancy. His coaching career spanned 44 years in Texas high schools.
Many hardships accompanied this union, but by far, many more joys. Sacrifices were made, and promises kept. They raised a family of six children, 13 grandchildren, and 12 great-grands, with two on the way. They were married for 65 years.
Their love story did not end with the passing of his body to his Savior. As cancer took its toll, Nancy cared for him at home, tending to him day and night. She remained by his side, often smiling and saying, “Tommy, this is in sickness and in health.” Making a commitment to another person is what love is.
Tommy’s spirit is now with the Lord; however, his remains are with Nancy, right by her bed. She still greets him every morning and kisses his picture every night.
I am Nancy… and this is my love story.