A New Room Mate

It is strange how things work out.

I recently reaquainted myself with Marina, the daughter of my partner who died 8 years ago. I had found some photos of her dad, and wanted to pass them on to her. I found her through her aunt. Marina was delighted to get the pictures.

Since that time we have gone out a few times, for dinner, a movie, chatted online and spoke on the phone. Marina has just finished her 2nd year of university, and has been living on campus. She now wants to live in her own place, and when she told me this, I suggested she come and live with me for a few months while she looks for a place. She has accepted. I am so happy.

When her dad was still alive, Marina didn't really like me that much. I think perhaps she thought I was taking her father away from her. He was divorced from her mother, and had just ended a very bad relationship with another woman. Perhaps Marina didn't want to see her dad get hurt again and that is why she didn't get close to her dad's girlfriends. But we get on so well now. Granted we haven't really spent much time together, but I get the feeling that this was not a chance reunion, but destined to be.

I feel as though I have a new daughter, well not a daughter really, but a very special friend. I hope that this friendship grows to be full of laughter, enlightenment and good times.