quietrob
Extraordinary
I post here because while I didn't want to intrude on other's grief, I must share my own.
Sweetheart, my love of the 28 years is now resting comfortably due to the morphine drip. After years of battling cancer, winning and living, it came back and wasn't discovered until it was Stage 4.
Now after many more months of battling, everyone says the end is in sight.
I still want a miracle. I'm a baptist but I'll accept prayers from denominations. That's my wife, my love in days before cancer. The other picture proves that despite warnings, she really liked me. That is the biggest secret to our success for staying together. We just plain liked each other and I always did what she said. I would say Love but one I already did and two...the word Love just isn't strong enough.
I'm getting a bite and heading back to the hospital.
Sweetheart, my love of the 28 years is now resting comfortably due to the morphine drip. After years of battling cancer, winning and living, it came back and wasn't discovered until it was Stage 4.
Now after many more months of battling, everyone says the end is in sight.
I still want a miracle. I'm a baptist but I'll accept prayers from denominations. That's my wife, my love in days before cancer. The other picture proves that despite warnings, she really liked me. That is the biggest secret to our success for staying together. We just plain liked each other and I always did what she said. I would say Love but one I already did and two...the word Love just isn't strong enough.
I'm getting a bite and heading back to the hospital.