Phobia: I hope you don’t mind. I needed to post this today, but your original thread seemed quite long, so I will start another one. Thank you.
To my best friend, lover, soulmate, husband. It has been 6 months, since you died. I think of you each and every day. I know how hard you fought to stay with me, and I know that death is the only thing that could part us. I thank you for every wonderful moment we had and for all the laughter, and yes, even for the tears. Knowing we shared them is more important than the reason for them. I am thankful for each precious minute we had, and sorry we did not have more time. Thank you my love, for fulfilling all my dreams, wishes and fantasies.
“The Sweetest Thing I’ve Ever Known Is Loving You” -
Juice Newton
I just found out my neighbors’s boyfriend died this morning. Johnnie, always a smile and a laugh, helpful and honest. A truly nice man. Loved his daughter like nothing I’ve ever seen. Many will miss you more than I will, but I miss you, nonetheless.
In memory of Craig…4/20/94 to 1/18/99
::back story::
Craig was my older sister’s second son. He was the baby no one-including her doctor-thought she could have. I used to watch Craig and his older brother Chris during the day as their parents worked. I was their 2nd mother…and considered that an honor.
In September of 1997 my brother-in-law was transferred to Utah. I thought the day I said goodbye to the famiy was my saddest day.
I had no idea.
Six weeks to the day after they moved,Craig was taken to the ER with severe abdominal pain. An MRI found a tumor the size of a grapefruit. The diagnosis was neuroblastoma-a cancer that attacks immature nerve cells.
Craig underwent months of chemo,major surgery and various tests…and never lost his feisty attitude. I flew to Utah about once every two months to spend time with the family.
In November 1998 we learned there was nothing else that could be done. Craig was terminal. I was in Utah at the time and when I left…I hugged and kissed Craig goodbye knowing I’d never see him alive again.Having to hide my sadness from him was,without a doubt,the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I did cry all the way home.
The last time I spoke to Craig was X-mas Day '98…it was hard for him to talk but he managed to say " I love you Yaya" (his pronounciation of my name).
Craig died January 18th 1999 about 2 am…in his bed at home with his mother,father and brother at his side.
I miss you Craiggy…especially that belly laugh of yours and the sparkle in your eye. I miss your ‘take no prisoners’ attitude. I think about you every day and I know you’ve visited me…who else would unmake my bed?
Craig…always remember that Yaya loves you.
I’m going to go have a good cry
I just want to post a link to the first thread, so that other’s can read them too. It was getting long, because you can’t say what you want in a few words.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=61774
I just want to keep a continous link going for all those who posted and still need to post.
In memory of Larry, 1956- (He’s not dead yet, but might as well be.)
Uncle Larry, you were a lot of fun while I was growing up. You teased us kids and laughed with us. You didn’t always relate really well to kids, but you never let us doubt you loved us.
Now, you’ve drank yourself into an early (way to early…you won’t live to see your 55th birthday in August) grave. I’m sorry. You had the potential to be so much more than you are. It’s hard to grieve for you now, because as far as I’m concerned, the Uncle Larry I grew up with has been gone for years. However, I do feel the pain your sister (my mother) and other brothers are feeling at losing you for good.
You have 2 grown children and several grandchildren. You are the father of a beautiful 5-year-old who you will not see grow up. At least when you and her mother turned out not to be fit parents, you had the sense to ask my Mom to come and get the baby. Mom will raise her well, and will make sure she knows all the good things there are to know about you. As far as why you’re not raising her, she will know that you were “sick” and couldn’t take care of her.
I wish you the best in whatever “hereafter” you might experience. You were a fun uncle.