My late husband, Herb Summers, and I met on Valentine’s Day in 1977 at Theater Three in Dallas. The play we saw was This Living Hand about the life of John Keats. We knew immediately that we would spend our lives together. Herb’s ex-wife had asked for a divorce the day before. He had recently had knee surgery and asked to trade seats with me since I was sitting on the aisle and he could stretch out his leg. He later told me he really just wanted to sit next to me since he thought I was prettier than my friend.Â
Herb and I shared an interest in art, music, history, literature and sports. We were married Dec. 23, 1977. He told me every day that he loved and appreciated me. Herb died on Nov. 19, 2017. This is always a difficult day for me because I miss him so much. He always gave me beautiful valentines because this was such a special day to him. His greatest delight in our marriage was our two sons, Trevor and Christopher. How lucky I am to have been loved by this wonderful man.
—As told by Shirley Summers
