Today marks a very special day for my wife Luci, and for me. Because Luci arrived in Canada on this day ten years ago.
I first met Luci in 1991 in Leningrad, Russia during a very historic time, with the Soviet Union about to collapse. We were both still married to other people and it happened that we became good friends. She had studied English in university which made it easy to chat, and I thought she was very kind and lovely. It was only later on, to make a long story short, that both of us ended up divorced and eventually together.
Luci and I were married twice – in St. Petersburg, Russia on May 10, 2001, and then in Powell River on Sept. 27, 2002. She became a Canadian in 2006, and she’s a working, contributing, and very proud Canadian.
She never had a single house with lawn or yard before, and now she spends most of her summer hours tending to her flowers and feeling peace of mind as she weeds and chases the odd deer from our yard. When I first met her and her family in Russia, they were living in an apartment with four other families and sharing one kitchen and two bathrooms. I remember when they had to relinguish a main room in their apartment when someone came back, and so they cooked and ate in one apartment, then walked down a block and up five flights to another to go to bed. But it’s all behind her now, and she says this has been the best ten years of her life, which makes me very happy. I think it’s the best ten years for me to0.
Luci also loves the Habs. The year they eliminated both the Caps and Pens, she’d go outside in the dying moments of big games because she couldn’t stand the suspense. The Habs would be leading, and she’d ask from outside if it was over yet. She loves Carey Price and PK Subban and is very proud of Markov and Emelin, but last year left her down and depressed by the dismal performance of the bleu, blanc et rouge. Now she asks me every few days if Subban has signed yet.
I’m really proud of my Luci. It was an extraordinary move for her to leave her homeland and come here. She’s loved by all who know her, she’s fit right in, I think she’s beautiful, and if it wasn’t for a divorce that hurt a whole lot at the time, I wouldn’t be with her now. So some things really do happen for a reason.