My husband, Chuck, passed away very unexpectedly on March 1, 2017. I wasn't going to write about in here, but it didn't feel right to try to keep on blogging as though my heart were still whole.
The preceding 12 months had been horrible for both of us; I lost my sister on March 16, 2016, then Chuck was diagnosed with cancer in June. He battled it with chemo and radiation and he won. In December, he was pronounced cancer free. The chemo took a huge toll on him, taking him down to just about skin and bones, but he was getting stronger with each day that passed in January and February. But on the morning of March 1st, I couldn't get him to wake up. His heart, his enormous, kind, loving, giving heart had just stopped. I know it was absolutely painless for him because he looked so peaceful. That's what I tell myself anyway...
I'm still having a hard time truly believing that he is gone. Everything looks the same...and yet nothing
is the same. The animals and I are trying as best we can to adjust to a world without our center...if one can ever "adjust" to something like that. Right now, I'm just trying to take it one day at a time.