Carol, I am so desperately lonely for you - for your smile, your laughter, your playfulness, your kindness, your company. Tribble seems to be handling your passing better than me. She was definitely confused and sad for quite a while, but lately, I'm happy to say, she’s been bringing toys to me to play tug-o-war just like the old days. And I play your part as well as my own, “Saying, Daddy’s cheating! Foul! Tribble won! Yay, Tribble! She’s the Champion!” And then I clap for her like we used to do together:) Then I get teary-eyed from missing you saying the words yourself.
She’s at Tamara’s now getting her "summer cut". Though Ziggy’s here with me, the house seems so empty with both you and Tribble not here. Tribble brings me such joy and comfort now - our baby girl. She and Ziggy love to roam around Sugar Grove Cemetery while I'm visiting you there. I want you to have a stone at your grave that’s as beautiful and unique as you. Not just something off the tombstone assembly line:)
I'm so sorry I didn't check on you the morning you died. I thought you were okay, and all we had to do was watch your diet for a couple weeks. Finding you dead was the worst, most shocking moment of my life. If it weren't for Tribble and honoring your memory, I would have had no reason to go on.
I’m so very proud of you for all the fights you fought (and won) and all the hardships you endured without ever giving up or becoming a bitter person. I put you on a pedestal the day I met you (or maybe even earlier on the day I read “Purple Hearts”) and you’re still there and always will be - even if at times I was an ass, a goof, a bastard, an idiot, or all of the above at once.
I just wanted you to be healthy enough to get out of the damned house and have some fun! You deserved it! But we did make the most of what we had - the hand that was dealt us. We were together nearly twenty-eight years. We found ways to enjoy what we had - the wonderful cruises, vacations at Myrtle Beach, Virginia Beach, the Smoky Mountains, Burr Oak, our trips to Sandy and Larry’s, hiking, camping, picnics, tennis, wave pools, movies, TV, Battlestar Galactica, Star-Trek, Doctor Who, all thos hundreds of Star-Trek novels I used to buy for you, and the last time we ate at Olive Garden and you cracked me up with the silly faces you made:) And when we couldn't get out to do anything else, we found wonderful alien worlds to explore together with me reading aloud from the iPad. I really felt close to you doing that, especially when we’d get lost in a really great story, of which there were many.
You apparently died peacefully in your sleep, rather than how some people go in a slow, agonizing way. I'm also grateful that you died before me, not only because you would have been (like me) so alone, but also so isolated, not being able to drive, and who knows what type of help you could have found.
But what we both dreamed of was an end to your reflux and related problems, so that you could really thrive again and we could sparkle with life and love and enjoy the spring and summer, and find a way to avoid future Ohio winters.
Looking back at some pictures I took of you around 2005, I can easily see how much progress you’d made with your health - just by stopping the cigarettes and cutting back on the pain meds. You looked so vibrant and healthy when you were going to the chiropractor in the spring of 2014, and with your beautiful new dentures and sparkling blonde hair you looked absolutely terrific even after taking a break from the chiropractor. And the seizures were controlled and your migraines had let up.
You were right on the precipice of a new, happier life. That’s what makes it all so tragic for those of us who knew you best. I’m so glad you got to talk with Sandy the night you came home from the hospital. She said you sounded really happy, and you were so exited about visiting her and Larry again.
I believe your spirit goes on - othwise I wouldn't be writing this:) I believe you hear me when I talk to you - especially when the dogs and I are out in the middle of the forest with no one else around - that’s where I feel closest to you. I want to be there as much as possible - with you - for the rest of my days.
I know you are surrounded by divine love as well as by the love of friends and family who left this life before you. I know you are not in pain. You are, and will always be, my soul mate. Our love is eternal. My prayers and thoughts are with you always, my love, until the morning when Tribble and I once again wait at the bottom of the stairs to celebrate your triumphant entrance into the day to greet us, Tribble jumping for joy and me just standing there smiling, glowing in the happiness of our long-awaited reunion:)