July 10, 2018 at 7:15 p.m.; I held my husband in my arms as he took his last breath.
It was the biggest heartache of my life, and these past two years have been the hardest years of my life.
Nothing prepared me for that last moment.
Nothing prepared me for the days leading up to his death.
Time does not heal the heartache.
Time does not diminish how much I miss him.
I’m still a major work in progress, navigating and working my way through this new life I never wanted.
I live each day wondering how I will get through another day without the love of my life—a loving husband, bonus dad, Baba (grandfather), friend, and uncle that nothing I can write will do justice to the wonderful man he was to us all.
He’s the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and my last thought before I sleep.
Every day I wake up wondering, how will I push through today; and then I remember my promise to him—to honour his legacy of hope, optimism, love, laugh and live—the best description of David I could offer.
A kinder more courageous person I have never met. A true warrior, and the way he handled the last fourteen months of his life only emphasized what a beautiful human being he was from the time he was born until the day he died.
I keep memories of our life together alive, because memories are all I have left.
I am so grateful to have been loved and cherished by this beautiful soul and so privileged and honoured to have been able to love and cherish him.
David, my love, the number of years without you could never be greater than the number of ways I love you, the way we all love you.
Eternally in loving memory.