Memories of Those Lost but Still Loved
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This season, as usual, I'm missing several, but there are three that are the most acute -
My mom, loved and supported me, even when there were reasons not to. She was also sweet, warm and kind. She died at 52, when, receiving treatment for a very treatable form of leukemia, she was attacked by some aggressive, treatment resistant infection. She remained graceful while her body was a battle of the two opposing forces, knowing that she wouldn't survive.
I remember family gatherings well. Then the last Thanksgiving she was alive, we had a nice, long conversation while I drove her back home, after she and my dad were working on their farm. I'm grateful for that, but I've been missing her for over 30 years, and she missed out so much.
My uncle, Mom's little brother, became like a big brother to me. He shared my room while he was going to seminary to become a preacher. We used to have great discussions in the night. Then he joined the Army, served in Viet Nam, was exposed to Agent Orange. He adored my wife, he was happy that she and I were together.
Thanksgiving 2004, he spent it with my wife and I, it was then that he told me he probably had stage 4 lung cancer, from Agent Orange and wanted me to go with him to receive the official results. He fought for 3 years, against a 6-month prognosis. His heart, his wit, his warmth, his strength, the sense of life and spirit within, enriched my life, but I have missed them, and him, especially now. I can't help thinking that these years, after losing my wife, would have been so different, if he had still been alive.
And my wife, I've written about her, what a special, gentle human being, I became a better person because of her. I gave her my my mom's wedding ring because she was the only woman that was worthy of wearing it. They never met, but I think they would have been close.
During my uncle's battle, she helped keep me together while I helped him. After he died, she was a source of strength for me.
Two years later, she too was gone, and my aloneness was complete. Living without her isn't easy, even 13 years later.
Thanks, if you've read this far, or even read a little. Those people changed my life for the better, and I miss them, especially now, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, occasions that they cherished.
It's hard for me. I try to celebrate their lives, but I'm always reminded of the losses. I try to accept the holidays, but I also dread them, sometimes even hate them.
peace
My mom, loved and supported me, even when there were reasons not to. She was also sweet, warm and kind. She died at 52, when, receiving treatment for a very treatable form of leukemia, she was attacked by some aggressive, treatment resistant infection. She remained graceful while her body was a battle of the two opposing forces, knowing that she wouldn't survive.
I remember family gatherings well. Then the last Thanksgiving she was alive, we had a nice, long conversation while I drove her back home, after she and my dad were working on their farm. I'm grateful for that, but I've been missing her for over 30 years, and she missed out so much.
My uncle, Mom's little brother, became like a big brother to me. He shared my room while he was going to seminary to become a preacher. We used to have great discussions in the night. Then he joined the Army, served in Viet Nam, was exposed to Agent Orange. He adored my wife, he was happy that she and I were together.
Thanksgiving 2004, he spent it with my wife and I, it was then that he told me he probably had stage 4 lung cancer, from Agent Orange and wanted me to go with him to receive the official results. He fought for 3 years, against a 6-month prognosis. His heart, his wit, his warmth, his strength, the sense of life and spirit within, enriched my life, but I have missed them, and him, especially now. I can't help thinking that these years, after losing my wife, would have been so different, if he had still been alive.
And my wife, I've written about her, what a special, gentle human being, I became a better person because of her. I gave her my my mom's wedding ring because she was the only woman that was worthy of wearing it. They never met, but I think they would have been close.
During my uncle's battle, she helped keep me together while I helped him. After he died, she was a source of strength for me.
Two years later, she too was gone, and my aloneness was complete. Living without her isn't easy, even 13 years later.
Thanks, if you've read this far, or even read a little. Those people changed my life for the better, and I miss them, especially now, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, occasions that they cherished.
It's hard for me. I try to celebrate their lives, but I'm always reminded of the losses. I try to accept the holidays, but I also dread them, sometimes even hate them.
peace
This season, as usual, I'm missing several, but there are three that are the most acute -
My mom, loved and supported me, even when there were reasons not to. She was also sweet, warm and kind. She died at 52, when, receiving treatment for a very treatable form of leukemia, she was attacked by some aggressive, treatment resistant infection. She remained graceful while her body was a battle of the two opposing forces, knowing that she wouldn't survive.
I remember family gatherings well. Then the last Thanksgiving she was alive, we had a nice, long conversation while I drove her back home, after she and my dad were working on their farm. I'm grateful for that, but I've been missing her for over 30 years, and she missed out so much.
My uncle, Mom's little brother, became like a big brother to me. He shared my room while he was going to seminary to become a preacher. We used to have great discussions in the night. Then he joined the Army, served in Viet Nam, was exposed to Agent Orange. He adored my wife, he was happy that she and I were together.
Thanksgiving 2004, he spent it with my wife and I, it was then that he told me he probably had stage 4 lung cancer, from Agent Orange and wanted me to go with him to receive the official results. He fought for 3 years, against a 6-month prognosis. His heart, his wit, his warmth, his strength, the sense of life and spirit within, enriched my life, but I have missed them, and him, especially now. I can't help thinking that these years, after losing my wife, would have been so different, if he had still been alive.
And my wife, I've written about her, what a special, gentle human being, I became a better person because of her. I gave her my my mom's wedding ring because she was the only woman that was worthy of wearing it. They never met, but I think they would have been close.
During my uncle's battle, she helped keep me together while I helped him. After he died, she was a source of strength for me.
Two years later, she too was gone, and my aloneness was complete. Living without her isn't easy, even 13 years later.
Thanks, if you've read this far, or even read a little. Those people changed my life for the better, and I miss them, especially now, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, occasions that they cherished.
It's hard for me. I try to celebrate their lives, but I'm always reminded of the losses. I try to accept the holidays, but I also dread them, sometimes even hate them.
peace
My mom, loved and supported me, even when there were reasons not to. She was also sweet, warm and kind. She died at 52, when, receiving treatment for a very treatable form of leukemia, she was attacked by some aggressive, treatment resistant infection. She remained graceful while her body was a battle of the two opposing forces, knowing that she wouldn't survive.
I remember family gatherings well. Then the last Thanksgiving she was alive, we had a nice, long conversation while I drove her back home, after she and my dad were working on their farm. I'm grateful for that, but I've been missing her for over 30 years, and she missed out so much.
My uncle, Mom's little brother, became like a big brother to me. He shared my room while he was going to seminary to become a preacher. We used to have great discussions in the night. Then he joined the Army, served in Viet Nam, was exposed to Agent Orange. He adored my wife, he was happy that she and I were together.
Thanksgiving 2004, he spent it with my wife and I, it was then that he told me he probably had stage 4 lung cancer, from Agent Orange and wanted me to go with him to receive the official results. He fought for 3 years, against a 6-month prognosis. His heart, his wit, his warmth, his strength, the sense of life and spirit within, enriched my life, but I have missed them, and him, especially now. I can't help thinking that these years, after losing my wife, would have been so different, if he had still been alive.
And my wife, I've written about her, what a special, gentle human being, I became a better person because of her. I gave her my my mom's wedding ring because she was the only woman that was worthy of wearing it. They never met, but I think they would have been close.
During my uncle's battle, she helped keep me together while I helped him. After he died, she was a source of strength for me.
Two years later, she too was gone, and my aloneness was complete. Living without her isn't easy, even 13 years later.
Thanks, if you've read this far, or even read a little. Those people changed my life for the better, and I miss them, especially now, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, occasions that they cherished.
It's hard for me. I try to celebrate their lives, but I'm always reminded of the losses. I try to accept the holidays, but I also dread them, sometimes even hate them.
peace
That is so sad, sad for anybody to lose others and to go at youth is always bad. I think of my mom who learned 10 years ago going into the holiday season that her time was coming up. She was prepared with having gone through cancer once at 62 and having that disease claim so many in her family that it was something to keep in mind.
Thank you. She was. I moved out here, the house my grandparents built, when she started getting old enough she needed help at times getting around. The hospice nurse who came by when she began sinking said that he could not tell that she was in any discomfort or pain. She went to sleep on Sunday and never woke up until she died the following Thursday. She died exactly where and how she hoped. She never had to go into any type of home and both of her sons, me and my brother, where with her at the end. Her end was in her home, her bedroom and with the exception of the hospital bed we had her in for ease of tending to her she would have been in her bed.
