Nude Memories

Godiva has never been so uncertain, so confused, so hesitant.

Please pardon the third-person singular. I am not trying to imitate Barack Obama, Bill Clinton or Richard Nixon.

Instead, I am trying to share with my readers my plight and it comes to nudity...beautiful nudity.

As I have been going through cupboards, drawers and boxes in the garage getting ready to move for the first time in 15 years, I am coming across photos...nude photos...of my spouse who lost the unfair fight against stomach cancer.

Yes these photos are explicit, but they are also classy and gorgeous. They display confident happiness in the backdrop of the clothing optional beach at Breezes Resort in Negril, Jamaica www.superclubs.com or outside one of the villa suites at Desert Sun Resort in Palm Springs www.desertsunresort.com.

They also include professional studio shots...devoid of any garments...just my beautiful spouse wearing nothing but a smile, but sending a wonderful message of love.

There is even a plaster cast of my spouse's torso, displaying yet another example of the most recognizable and celebrated curves in the planet's long history. They are all reminders of a person in which cancer snuffed out a life three decades too early.

And now what should I do with them upon arrival at my new home? Should I display these beautiful nudes even in discreet places to remind myself of a wonderful relationship? Should I stow them away taking a peek now and then? And when it is time for me to go to my maker, should I make sure they are safely passed on to my daughter?

There is all this (justifiable) commotion about "sexting" and the inadvertent or deliberate posting of nude images on the Internet to titillate and to shock. But what about nude photos and body casts that were lovingly made by someone who is no longer with us?

I sure wish there was an easy solution.