Where did those years go? Who would have known the trials, tribulations and blessings Dianna and I would share. Who would have known about the valiant battles she faced with breast cancer that would eventually take her from me on January 31, 2009. Where did those years go?
The moment I opened the door and gazed at her peacefully in her big La-Z-Boy recliner in the living room, I knew she was gone. For over 30 years, whenever I would catch her napping, as mean as I am, I would scream her name and she would get startled and jump. I screamed her name. She didn't jump this time. Our three dachshunds were all gathered at her feet. Nobody can tell me they didn't know what was happening. Her physical pain was no longer.
On December 22, 1978, Dianna and I were married. The images are still burned in my mind. It was exactly 4:30 p.m. under the oak trees outside of the Irvington First Baptist Church. We would later have our marriage blessed by the Catholic Church.
I met her when she was 16, married her at 17, and she had our oldest son at 18. Seven years later our second son, Daniel, was born while we were in Dallas working for the Von Erichs.
When I was home, no matter what, she cooked me breakfast and dinner every day. She washed my clothes, she cleaned up my messes, mended relationships with our friends that I screwed up. She was always there, no matter if I was down the street or halfway around the world in the wrestling business.
Dianna never complained. She didn't care about having a fancy house, expensive clothes, jewelry, or money in her purse. She was all about 100% unconditional love for me, our two sons, two grand-daughters, and all of our family and friends.
She was truly an angel, who earned her wings and halo staying with the devil (me) for over 30 years.
I will never stop giving thanks for the years, love, sacrifice, children and grandchildren she gave me. If a flower dropped from the sky every time I think of her each day, I would walk in a beautiful garden for the rest of my life.
William Moody
