Loss And A Broken Heart , My Miss Kitty - 1
Hi there , my name is Eamon , born in The West of Ireland , transplanted to New York ( Bronx ) too many years ago to contemplate .
I loved America as soon as I sat in the gigantic convertible on the way from the airport to my new home in The Bronx ( Valentine Ave) .
I shared a big apartment with my two Brothers in New York until one Brother got married . I moved to California with my other Brother
soon after . Soon all three of us were in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Throughout all my moves and apartment changes I made very few friends , in fact I never really had a very close friend to confide in and
talk to about my innermost feeling , good or bad . There are only so many things you can share with a Brother or Sister , even less with your
Mom or Dad. There are ten kids in my family , three Girls and Seven Boys !!! I am the seventh Son but alas am not endowed with any special powers .
My only special power was to eventually attract the attention of a very special woman , a beautiful person , a woman who loved me with all her heart .
Given my shy nature I had been close to very few women , the notches on my bedpost were very few indeed . I had known only two young ladies who
had , apparently stolen my heart . One was "Puppy Love " ( as it is known commonly } . I was 17 , Denise was 19 . She lived in London at the height of the IRA
bombing attacks in London. She was Protestant and I was Catholic but neither of us took any interest in any kind of religion and never even discussed the subject .
I traveled to London and she traveled to Ireland and Religion never came up. She was my first teenage love and I thought I could not live without her and she had
similar feelings for me . I knew that my future would be in the USA and she knew that her future would be in London so I think we both knew it would end when I
left for New York . We cried and played "Touch me in The Morning " as the sun came up over London. We parted and eventually grew into our new new adult lives
on opposite sides of the Atlantic .
This was the last time I ever felt that type of closeness with a woman , or any person for that matter . I would often feel extremely lonely but was rarely alone .
There were up to five Brothers and one Sister living nearby all the time I lived in New York . I never connected with a woman in any meaningful way since that time, .....To Be Continued ...