Is it really November? I can’t believe it has almost been a year. Things are really rough on me and I have been dreading this month for quite some time. Naturally, the end of the month marks the one year anniversary of Julie’s passing which is difficult to handle as you might expect. However, what makes it even more difficult is that the 15th of the month would have been our 11th anniversary.
I can remember our first anniversary as that is the first milestone of any marriage. We were talking about our life ahead together and what our life would be like at the next milestone… 10 years. We talked about how big our family would be, where we would be in our careers… we even talked about where we would go to celebrate it.
Thanks to Guillermo and Christina and a host of friends we were able to celebrate this milestone in Rome (In Aiugust) where we walked all over the city in a mad 48 dash to see all of the sites. We stayed at a beautiful Hotel (Michaelangelo) just outside of Vatican City where if we stuck our head out of the window we had a view of St. Peter’s basilica. We even had a wonderful dinner at Alfredo’s where the Alfredo sauce was first created.
It was a wonderful treat because as life went forward Julie’s health started to decline once we returned home. We celebrated our actual 10th anniversary by stopping for a quick lunch at Pappadeaux’s restaurant (a nice creole seafood restaurant) before heading off to MD Anderson for another oncology appointment. By this time Julie was in a wheelchair and very frail. Since I was with her every hour of everyday at this point I never noticed how sick she actually was. I just saw her as my wife with a giant heart who was fighting this monster like Rocky Balboa.
I never thought I would lose her 11 short days later. As a testament to her fight, she took Chemo Thanksgiving morning, ate a full Thanksgiving meal before she finally succumbed to the cancer that evening after laying in bed as she repeatedly told me “I Love You”. She knew it was time…
Julie, its almost been a year and I miss you SO much. I think about all we had together, our little jokes that only a couple can share etc… The pain is so fresh, but I still know you are there.
A story I have not shared with the blog people… Both Hallie and Jackson are playing soccer this fall. Hallie’s season started a few weeks before Jacks so she got her uniform first. As they were passing out the uniforms they threw Hallie hers and when she opened it up she had the number 3.. Julie’s sign to us that she is with us. Hallie’s lit up like a Christmas tree. Fast forward a couple weeks later, Jack got his uniform and the coach held up a shirt, said “this looks like it’ll fit ya” and threw it to him. That’s right, Jack has the number 3 as well…. and I promise we did not make the request… Julie is here.
By the way… Tomorrow is the BTHO fundraiser. If you are in the Houston area and don’t already have plans, come on out. We would love to see you. Follow the link on the right for more information and directions (Landolt Park in Clear Lake).