On October 30th, 2010, 2 days before my 32nd birthday, I lost my wife and mother of our 3 children.
I don't even know where to begin. She was only 31 and our children are 10, 9, and 4. She was the most amazing person, right up until the end. I can't believe she's gone. It has been less than 2 weeks since she went home to be with the Lord. I have shed many tears but for some reason I haven't really been able to cry... I mean really cry. It was expected and at the end I was encouraging her to let go, so that she could enjoy a cancer free, pain free heaven, but I lay at night asking myself, "Is she really gone? Will I really never see her again on this earth?" I miss her so very, very much but I feel like I still need to really cry. The 12 years that we were married were wonderful and we had incredible love for each other even through the most difficult times. She naturally wanted to stay and see her children grow up, but she never once questioned God. She accepted His will with amazing grace. She touched everyone around her, especially during the 4+ years that she struggled with brain cancer. We received such an enormous amount of support from our family and church community I can't even begin to express my appreciation. We became very well known in our family of churches and beyond throughout this journey and the church where the funeral was held could seat a congregation of 700....the church was filled to capacity with an additional number of people in the overflow and basement. I returned to the hospice house where she passed away yesterday and was told by one of the staff members that she could honestly say that they had never been touched by anyone as deeply as they were by my wife. I have to say the same. She was my wife, she was one with me. But now she's gone. Half of me is gone. The visits, the phone calls, the text messages, emails, etc. are beginning to die down. They no longer need to worry about her. I no longer need to worry about her. Although I would not wish her back to this pain-filled earth, I would give anything to spend one more hour with her, talk to her, hold her, tend to her needs.
Here I am, a young widower, single father of 3, trying to figure out how to move on, how to return to work after being off for 5 months, how to take care of my children, how to find some kind of new normal. I have to remind myself that she is no longer suffering, she lost her battle with cancer but gained eternal glory, I will see her again one day, and just as the Lord had carried us through this terrible trial, He will continue to carry my children and I through this next chapter in our lives. But then again...I look around the room in the middle of the night and it is so quiet and dark...no matter how many times I look...she's not there.
Please pray for me as I pray for everyone else on this board.
I miss you Tina!
Peter