by Nancy Best
On June 10th, 2010, my husband, best friend, confidant, protector and love passed away. He had retired in 2008 and a month later discovered he had two types of cancer. Both were very aggressive types. He spent the next 2 years trying to fight it for me and our two grown children.
In the last 3 or 4 months, he was ill and couldn't do much and kept apologizing for me having to take care of him. I would have cared for him for the rest of my life regardless of his health state. He was the most amazing man. Our children were really his step children. He was a wonderful caring loving father and as far as he (and the kids) were concerned, he was their true father.
We were so compatible and didn't want to do anything without the other. We camped, fished, golfed, rode motorcycles, enjoyed the kids, traveled, laughed, played and loved for almost 28 years. I know the grief will eventually pass, but I will miss him forever. Our friends always used us as the couple they most wanted to be, and it wasn't just a front. We were truly happy.
I can close my eyes and see him laughing and smiling and giving me that look of total love he was so good at. The last few months I didn't see the smile or hear the laugh, but he did still look at me with love. Watching him the last days in the hospital broke my heart. All I could do was lay in the bed with him and hold him and whisper in his ear how very much I loved him and how very much I would miss him and how very happy he had always made me.
Now I sit in the living room of our home in the woods, which he loved, and all I can do is cry and wish he was here to hold me and tell me it was going to be ok. I love him so much.