I’d been married to Lisa for 16 years when she passed away at the age of 39 after a short battle with colon cancer. I always thought I’d been an involved father. That changed when my wife died. In many regards, I was lost; not knowing how to complete some of the simplest tasks.
There are many adjectives I could use to describe my wife. She was capable, heading up project after project at home, work, church and in the community. She was an extrovert who made everyone who crossed her path feel like they were the most important person she had talked to that day. She was intelligent, with a strong opinion on politics and religion. She was fiercely loyal to her family, friends, church and to the school where she worked. She laughed at me, a lot, and loved it when she made me laugh.
Lisa loved to shop and could sniff out a sale like a bloodhound following an escaped felon. She loved her girls, encouraging their self esteem and independence. I’m better at the nurturing piece.
I was at my best with her. She was at her best with me. I’ve told people we didn’t have the perfect marriage; but we had the perfect marriage for us.
She was organized and taught us well. She could handle anything and did. The holes she left are large, but she’s here guiding us in many. many ways.
About two weeks after Lisa died, at a very low point for me, I remembered that twice I had promised her that when she could no longer fight, I would take care of the girls. At the time, I was falling down on that promise. Our house had been full of joy, laughter, and dancing for sixteen years. We couldn’t lose that even though we’d lost the heart of our family. I was determined to bring those things back. And with three great kids and an incredible uncle, I think we’ve done pretty well.
She Looked Fear in the Eye, March 18, 2010
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