And, last but not least, the Rizzuto Special, Saints 36-19 over the Eagles...
Thanks for thinking of me, Inger. It’s been a tough road lately. My wife died on January 4 after a long battle with cancer. She was only 48 years old. We were married for 26 years. Our relationship was always so easy. Never one harsh word between us. We were so very happy. So much laughter and kindness. We had so many plans, so many more memories to make. I miss my girl.
It is not just the right of the person who speaks to be heard. It is the right of everyone in an audience to listen. Every time we silence someone, we make ourselves a prisoner of our own action, in that we deny ourselves the right to hear.
Freedom of speech is meaningless, unless it protects the freedom of the person who thinks differently.
And, last but not least, the Rizzuto Special, Saints 36-19 over the Eagles...
Thanks for thinking of me, Inger. It’s been a tough road lately. My wife died on January 4 after a long battle with cancer. She was only 48 years old. We were married for 26 years. Our relationship was always so easy. Never one harsh word between us. We were so very happy. So much laughter and kindness. We had so many plans, so many more memories to make. I miss my girl.
I'm so sorry to hear that Rizzuto. May her soul rest in peace. That must be impossibly tough for you. I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but I'm there for you if you need to talk to someone.
And, last but not least, the Rizzuto Special, Saints 36-19 over the Eagles...
Thanks for thinking of me, Inger. It’s been a tough road lately. My wife died on January 4 after a long battle with cancer. She was only 48 years old. We were married for 26 years. Our relationship was always so easy. Never one harsh word between us. We were so very happy. So much laughter and kindness. We had so many plans, so many more memories to make. I miss my girl.
So sorry to read this, Rizzuto. Life is so unfair at times that it’s unexplainable. My sister’s brain tumor biopsy came back malignant with exactly the same cancer that killed my dad 20 years ago and my brother 5 years ago. So, I’m pretty bummed out, too.
But my sister was not my life’s mate and best friend like your wife is to you. I can’t imagine the pain you’re feeling, and can only say the dumb shit everyone says about things getting better in time.
I’ll wish you the strength to move on in life and hope that there is more for us all in the next chapter after this one closes.
Thanks for thinking of me, Inger. It’s been a tough road lately. My wife died on January 4 after a long battle with cancer. She was only 48 years old. We were married for 26 years. Our relationship was always so easy. Never one harsh word between us. We were so very happy. So much laughter and kindness. We had so many plans, so many more memories to make. I miss my girl.
So sorry to read this, Rizzuto. Life is so unfair at times that it’s unexplainable. My sister’s brain tumor biopsy came back malignant with exactly the same cancer that killed my dad 20 years ago and my brother 5 years ago. So, I’m pretty bummed out, too.
But my sister was not my life’s mate and best friend like your wife is to you. I can’t imagine the pain you’re feeling, and can only say the dumb shit everyone says about things getting better in time.
I’ll wish you the strength to move on in life and hope that there is more for us all in the next chapter after this one closes.
PM if you’d like to talk...
Well said inger. That's terrible that your sister's brain tumor biopsy gave bad results. I'm sad you two are having to go through this right now. If I can be of any help at all, just let me know. Treasure those memories you have with your loved ones.
We’re still being told that there is only a 5% chance this is hereditary, but with tumor # 3 within 20 years I’m quite skeptical of that being true. I’m torn between wanting to make the 1700 mile trek home to see her and wanting to remember her as she was.
Right now she is not able to communicate well, and... well... my dad lasted 6 months after his diagnosis, my brother lived 8 months...
We’re still being told that there is only a 5% chance this is hereditary, but with tumor # 3 within 20 years I’m quite skeptical of that being true. I’m torn between wanting to make the 1700 mile trek home to see her and wanting to remember her as she was.
Right now she is not able to communicate well, and... well... my dad lasted 6 months after his diagnosis, my brother lived 8 months...
And, last but not least, the Rizzuto Special, Saints 36-19 over the Eagles...
Thanks for thinking of me, Inger. It’s been a tough road lately. My wife died on January 4 after a long battle with cancer. She was only 48 years old. We were married for 26 years. Our relationship was always so easy. Never one harsh word between us. We were so very happy. So much laughter and kindness. We had so many plans, so many more memories to make. I miss my girl.
I'm so sorry to hear this Rizzuto. May your wife RIP.
We’re still being told that there is only a 5% chance this is hereditary, but with tumor # 3 within 20 years I’m quite skeptical of that being true. I’m torn between wanting to make the 1700 mile trek home to see her and wanting to remember her as she was.
Right now she is not able to communicate well, and... well... my dad lasted 6 months after his diagnosis, my brother lived 8 months...
So sorry, inger. Life is tough no doubt about it.
No. Life is life. Though it will never be easy to deal with it, death is a natural part of the process. We keep doing what we need to until they tell us to stop. No one really gets the option on perpetual mourning.
For now, I’ll hold out the hope for a miracle cure. While still keeping myself rooted in the reality that the situation is likely not going to go that way. Societally, I am an ant. I must keep working or the nest will die...Truth be known, it’s not so bad to be an ant. I keeps one occupied, and heals the mental state much faster. It acts as a conduit of temporary escape from the pressures of life.
I recall an odd conversation I had with a plumber that was working at my house one day after I had separated from wife numero uno. His wife had recently passed away. He told me that he could deal with his wife passing away, but to be separated from her, knowing that she had no desire to live with him would be much tougher. He thought my situation was worse than his, and I thought his was so much more dire than mine.
We love those that we live with. Perhaps at least if we survive longer than they do we bear the pain of the separation, thereby sparing them the pain they would feel if we departed first...I worry far more about what will happen to Ruthie if she survives me than I worry for the opposite. I assume myself to be more capable of caring for myself than she, and stronger emotionally than she is to go forward. Perhaps that’s a wrong-headed view of life, a distortion. But the choice is not ours to make anyway...
