Letter to Deb

July 7, 2010 10:05pm

Mr. Brasfield:

We don’t currently know one another, but once upon a time we did. Neither one of us liked the other during those high school days at Truman and of course we have never met again. To be completely candid and honest, from what I remember of you then and the little I know about you now, I am sure I wouldn’t like you today should we meet.

Despite that, I find myself compelled to write to you because of your relationship with Debbie Alexander. Deb is now my wife and I have come to know the two of you once had a significant relationship just prior to ours. I also know the relationship did not end well and the breakup was your decision. Which brings me for the reason I am writing you this letter: Mr. Brasfield, I am eternally grateful

If not for your decision to end the relationship, I would never have had the opportunity to meet this incredible woman. Deb loved you Mr. Brasfield and when Deb loves something, that thing stays loved; they become fiercly part of her and she fights with all her might to continue to love, support and cherish that thing. When a man is loved by Deborah Alexander, that man knows he has been loved, and, I am sure you must know this part or at least sensed it, but that love is rare and incredibly precious and to have it’s light shined on you is something most wonderful indeed.

I don’t know the reason behind your decision Mr. Brasfield, but it was the worst decision of your life. I am going to tell you things I see in Deb, things you too must have known but maybe didn’t see them as clearly as I do. Maybe you just didn’t give yourself the chance to see them.

Deb is the peer of anyone, certaintly my peer in all things – perhaps if truth be told, better than me in many. Her intelligence and quick and nimble wit means a true partner in solving any challenge and makes even simple conversation always meaningful. Her capacity for joy and humor is boundless and Deb and I have laughed together endless times. This part of our relationship is something I value almost above all else. I can’t tell you how many times she or I have verbally engaged in battle and end up laughing – me frequently laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes. Her compassion and kindness towards others, her family and myself are a treasured gift.

Her indomitable spirit inspires everyone. I know you must be aware of the death of her husband after 17 years of marriage. Surely you must have sensed the pain this caused her – I believe this loss almost destroyed Deb. Somehow, probably through her faith, she was able to carry on. I don’t know about you sir, but I don’t know many people who could recover from a blow like that. Since that death, Deb continued to raise her family, completed nursing school, has fallen in love twice and continues to love God and support her church. I, given the same circumstances, would not have survived. I suspect you as well would have crumbled – I expect most people would have.

I hesitate to tell you intimate details about our life as I don’t share these with anyone but Mr. Brasfield, you have reason to know if you don’t already; Deb looks absolutely gorgeous in moonlight. I can’t count the number of times I have sat in a chair near our bed and simply watched her sleep as the moonlight caresses her body as it moves through the room. Deb herself doesn’t know I do this as often as I do this even though I often glide my hands over her to feel her warm smooth skin and movement towards me as she sighs and softly moans. The joy I feel at these times to know that this incredible loving and delicious woman lying in that bed loves ME! can and has done so, bring me to tears.

Mr. Brasfield, even though I am sure you and I would dislike one another on the spot should we meet today or in the future, you should know that I consider myself in your debt. I hope someday you are able to find a thoroughbred woman like Deb.  Since I met Deb, every day has been a joy and every night an intoxicating indulgance.

In gratitude;


David Rimmer
Truman Class of ‘77