For my husband who died on June 1, 2009 (and this graphic is beautiful)!
I wish I could have held you in my arms during your final hour on Earth and I wish I could serenade you, one last time, to Our House or dance again to our favorite song, Into the Mystic. You gave my life flavor... you made it sparkle... you kept me safe from harm, and you sealed a place in your heart for me... forever. I will miss our life together... sitting on the rooftop before the dawn broke, long country drives, plucking pumpkins from the pumpkin patch, watching Marie eat an ear of corn before it was husked, espying the Queen in Kathy's hand, playing pratical jokes on my brother, nibbling on pepperoni and cheeses while watching Mystery Science Theater 2000 (the puppets were so hilarious), playing Terrible Swift Sword (even after I had let the cat walk across the board), baking a meatloaf, with mushrooms, catfish suppers in southern Alabama, visiting the sheep on Sunday afternoons, your hair coiling during a summer rain, and hearing you say, "Are you accepting visitors tonight?"
Thank you for your kindliness and for being someone I was always proud to be with. Thank you for your amorousness, your tenderness, your uncanny ability to always enchant and delectate me. Thank you for our lovely, lovely children. Thank you for all of the meatball subs you ever bought me, for driving 200 miles just to satisfy a pregnancy craving, for the endless back rubs, and for giving me the moon and the stars.
I am sorry I failed you... especially at the end. But, I promise I will never leave you again. Even when life was at its worst, I still was happiest with you. It was always you, Terry... from beginning to end. I love you, my sweet, sweet, darling husband. I love you so very much.
Hm, sometimes I wish I could have just said something to him when he could still hear me.
At least I got to say goodbye to him.
That's more than most get.
Wish we could have sat around his TV and made fun of old horror movies one last time, or walked down to the 7/11 and bought freezies, or snuck into the movie theatre.
It's hard, but it gives me a reason to live, you know?
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I wish I could have held you in my arms during your final hour on Earth and I wish I could serenade you, one last time, to Our House or dance again to our favorite song, Into the Mystic. You gave my life flavor... you made it sparkle... you kept me safe from harm, and you sealed a place in your heart for me... forever. I will miss our life together... sitting on the rooftop before the dawn broke, long country drives, plucking pumpkins from the pumpkin patch, watching Marie eat an ear of corn before it was husked, espying the Queen in Kathy's hand, playing pratical jokes on my brother, nibbling on pepperoni and cheeses while watching Mystery Science Theater 2000 (the puppets were so hilarious), playing Terrible Swift Sword (even after I had let the cat walk across the board), baking a meatloaf, with mushrooms, catfish suppers in southern Alabama, visiting the sheep on Sunday afternoons, your hair coiling during a summer rain, and hearing you say, "Are you accepting visitors tonight?"
Thank you for your kindliness and for being someone I was always proud to be with. Thank you for your amorousness, your tenderness, your uncanny ability to always enchant and delectate me. Thank you for our lovely, lovely children. Thank you for all of the meatball subs you ever bought me, for driving 200 miles just to satisfy a pregnancy craving, for the endless back rubs, and for giving me the moon and the stars.
I am sorry I failed you... especially at the end. But, I promise I will never leave you again. Even when life was at its worst, I still was happiest with you. It was always you, Terry... from beginning to end. I love you, my sweet, sweet, darling husband. I love you so very much.