My Wife of 39 Years
by James Howard
(Calhoun, GA, USA)
My wife passed away March 14, 2010. I quit work ten years ago to take care of her, she had MS and toward the end she could not do anything for herself. I was her primary care giver. I fed, bathed; did everything I could for her. But then it happened. She was sick and I knew the end would be soon. But when it came, I thought it was all a dream, and she would return any moment. It was just so surreal.
After about six months, I started to get down and depressed. I talked to my doctor and he said just ride my bike and it will be alright. Nobody along the way told me it was alright to cry as part of the grieving process. I had a lot of tears stored up, and still do.
I started to clean around the house and I would run across something that reminded of Teresa. This really triggered the tears. I sat in the floor and squalled. We had been married 39 years and our 40th anniversary would only be a week or two later.
One of the things I found was an old love letter from high school (we were childhood sweethearts). Boy, that was something! I found a scrap book with pictures of us and cards she had sent me this and her pictures from high school and college, I keep in a special place. I talk to her everyday and tell her how much I love her and hope to see her again one day. I cry over these, but they bring back great memories of our time together.
Teresa was totally disabled three years before her death, and I would do it all over again for her. I LOVE my wife and tell her everyday. Teresa I LOVE YOU!!