Of all the pages on this site, I think this one and the one describing the day my sweetheart passed away may be the two hardest to write. After all, how do you sum up the life of your soulmate in just a few short paragraphs?
I’ve tried several times to come up with a start for this page and each time it came off as cold and impersonal and that does not do my sweet Cindy justice. She was anything but cold and impersonal. Cindy was loving, funny, passionate, and warm. You never had to wonder where you stood with her; she would tell you in no uncertain terms. That’s one of the things I loved most about her… and one of the things that drove me absolutely insane at times.
I guess a brief biography is in order. Cindy was born on July 25, 1961 in Sterling, Colorado as the youngest child of Hollis and Pearline Gillett. As a child her family moved around a bit before settling in Boulder City, Nevada when Cindy was 12.
Cindy was always intelligent, earning excellent marks in school. She was an avid reader and loved to challenge her mind with puzzles and games. She was also an excellent debater (or arguer). She also had an interest in computer technology and worked in that field for over thirty years.
Cindy was twenty-five when we met. At the time, I lived in Virginia and was promoting professional wrestling. She was a wrestling fan living (as I said) in Nevada. We both attended the 1986 Wrestling Fans International Association (WFIA) convention in Houston, Texas. I actually went to the convention to meet up with a long-time pen pal named Cathy, but Cathy brought along her best friend, Cindy.
For me, it was love at first sight. Cindy had my heart from the moment I first laid eyes on her. For her, I’m not so sure it was quite that sudden. From the start, I knew that there would be a challenge to win Cindy’s heart. She had a sarcastic wit and was really good at “busting your bubble,” as she so elegantly put it. While Cathy laughed at every joke I told, Cindy sat stoic. It took two days before I could get even the smallest chuckle out of her.
Still, we did hit it off. By the time the convention ended, we had known each other four days and knew that we were right for each other. The morning I was set to fly home, I asked Cindy to marry me and she said yes. Then, in her classic sarcastic style she said, “I bet you didn’t expect that, did you big boy?” To be honest, I didn’t expect that, but I was delighted by her response.
A few months later, she came out to Virginia to meet my family and I moved across the country to live with her in Nevada. Just a few months later, we were married.
Our first apartment was part of an old building that was constructed in the 1930s to house workers building the Hoover Dam. It had no central heat nor air conditioning. Thank goodness for space heaters and window AC units. Still, we made do.
I still recall our first Christmas together. It was in that cold little apartment. Our tree was tiny and had no electric lights, but it was beautiful. Cindy and I were just getting to really know each other, but we “clicked” pretty well. Almost from day one, it seemed like we had always been together.
By the time our second Christmas came around, our son Kevin had been born. Now, the couple who met at a wrestling convention hand become a full-fledged family.
Like most new mothers, Cindy always questioned her parenting skills and said that her baby deserved better. The truth is, however, that Cindy was an amazing mom. She loved and nurtured her son with everything she had. There was nothing more important to her than the health and happiness of her “garbanzo beanie baby.” Kevin just might shoot me for putting that nickname out there, so don’t tell him.
Cindy could be as gentle as a lamb when soothing Kevin’s hurts (or mine for that matter), but she could be as dangerous as a mama bear when it came to defending her “cub.” She really was a wonderful mother despite what she might have thought from time-to-time.
As a wife, I could have asked for none better. She loved me even when I wasn’t very lovable. She was my lover, my friend, my number one cheerleader, my editor, my confidante, and my friend. In short, you could say she was my everything.
Cindy battled major health problems for most of our marriage. She had two brain operations to remove tumors and had other surgeries too numerous to count. Her life became a never ending parade of medications, treatments, and doctor visits. I know that she didn’t feel well most of the time, but she still did her very best to be an excellent wife and mother. I might not have realized just how hard she was trying at the time, but now, it’s easy to see. Hindsight really is 20/20.
Cindy was a hard worker who loved her job and took it seriously. She was willing to get up in the middle of the night or work weekends to get things done if need be. That’s just who she was. You could count on her and people knew it.
From the first day I met Cindy, I noticed her love of books. She was never without one. She always said that, some day, she wanted a house with a library so she could put out her books. When we bought our first home in 2007, the first thing we agreed on was that the first room you would see when you walked in the front door is Cindy’s library. Kevin and I put the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves together and put them in place. To this day, that is the most talked about room in the house.
There is so much more I could tell you about my Cindy, and I’ll likely edit this page and add to it over time, but, for now, I think I’ll bring it to a close. It’s hard to see the monitor through tears. Suffice to say, Cindy was a wonderful, loving woman and I’m so blessed to have been her husband for over 28 years.