My wife of 32 years, and my friend for years before that, passed away a week ago today.
We had some warning, the first attempt at chemo seemed to have worked, but then the cancer came back with a rush. She went in for an outpatient chemo appointment and never came home.
Two things helped. I'd had enough warning to forgive and be forgiven, to be sure that neither of us blamed the other and that no bad feeling was left about anything. Also I was there at the end, holding her hand as her heart stopped. Somehow it helps to know that I was with her on the first steps of her journey home.
Now I face a strange and alien future, building a new phase of life without the woman I loved more than life itself.
I am dealing with it be keeping very busy, spending hours on the computer making sure the funeral will be as perfect as I can make it.
Good bye my sweet Kathy, until we meet again in the presence of Jesus.
