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| Gary Wayne Cole Margarita H. Cole |
by Margarita H. Cole
Vietnam veteran, Gary Wayne Cole, Navy Radioman, RM3, came home, discharged with an OTH and broken inside, beyond repair, to a homeland that had decided to hate the Vietnam vet.
He had many dreams that crashed, one right after another.
God chose him and he resisted.
God stayed put.
In those dark days of 1966 and 1967, the Vietnam veteran was far from imagining that God had already hand-picked someone with the capacity and the heart to love him for as long as forever lasts.
In a distant country, a little girl was born. A descendant of immigrants and stern, tough people, she also had dreams that would one day crash, one after another.
God chose her, but He had a plan. First she would need to find the Vietnam vet.
God stayed put.
God chose him and he resisted.
God stayed put.
In those dark days of 1966 and 1967, the Vietnam veteran was far from imagining that God had already hand-picked someone with the capacity and the heart to love him for as long as forever lasts.
God chose her, but He had a plan. First she would need to find the Vietnam vet.
God stayed put.
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| Gary and Margarita Cole |
In 2000, after nearly 40 years had passed, God decided it was time to align the paths of the Vietnam veteran and the little girl, who was now a woman.
Within that one miracle, He gave each of them the unique gift of finding the love of their life.
It would not just be a life together. It was to be an adventure, where through each other, they would learn and grow and love.
Within that one miracle, He gave each of them the unique gift of finding the love of their life.
It would not just be a life together. It was to be an adventure, where through each other, they would learn and grow and love.
I am Margarita H. Cole, Gary's fourth wife. I was there with him through decaying health, sober, dying, and lost in the whole PTSD nightmare.
We truly considered each other to be the love of our life.
I stood by him during the last fourteen years of his life. I embraced his cause, and I was proud to be his advocate.
I think of myself as a "widowed wife" for life, and I will always miss him.
I think of myself as a "widowed wife" for life, and I will always miss him.
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale
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