Forgive me for placing this here in the Study but I truly have no clue as to where would be more suitable. I did ponder The Hall of Remembrance but she was not a martial artist so I did not think it the right place. However, I just wanted to say something on the site to explain to those who recognise me here, but that have not been party to what has been going on in my life for the past three months, why it is that I have dropped off the radar in the past week.
Many know that that last November I got married to my darling soul-mate that I have known for sixteen years and been together with for eight. What most may not know, who are not on Staff or have not picked up on the odd reference here and there, is that, in the week or so before we wed, my wife-to-be was admitted to hospital with an illness that was soon diagnosed as cancer.
For three months and more we fought with the calm courage of Buddha and the ferocity of tigers. We promised each other that we would not give up and that, no matter what, we would be at each others side all the way.
And so we were and she faltered not one iota during the fight, no matter what the terror or the pain.
We had a burst of hope in mid-January that we had victory, for the initial cancer site had been returned to normal. But my most beloved wife became sicker and sicker and a fortnight ago was readmitted with the onset of severe respiratory distress. Part of that was that the treatment had induced diabetes because of the steroids used to counteract inflammation. But the soul destroying news was that, whilst being treated, the cancer had metastasised. In the space of a week we had to adjust from the certainty of at least five years of good health together to the dire prognosis (last Wednesday) of a handful of days, as it was revealed that the cancer had spread to her lungs, heart, liver and bones.
In the early hours of Saturday {16th February}, my Michelle passed away in my arms and my life ceased to have any meaning. I have no idea how I am going to carry on without her.
So, I just ask that those of you who are in relationships take a moment each day to treasure what you have. If your love is true, forgive those who you love any small transgressions that engender annoyance and temporise any harsh words or deeds, for you do not know how long you have.
Michelle and I had eight years of effortless domestic bliss together and I am still smashed to the ground with regrets for what we had not yet done.
Imagine how it would be if there was guilt for unforgiven transgressions of deed or word or forgiveness not extended to the other for the same. So tell those that you love that you do love them and let them know that you love them regardless of any foibles or weaknesses they have. Most particularly ensure that you thank them for loving you despite any such failings that you may have yourself.
Sentience, tool use and language set us apart from most of the animal kingdom but it is love, especially unconditional love, that marks us as truly human.
Many know that that last November I got married to my darling soul-mate that I have known for sixteen years and been together with for eight. What most may not know, who are not on Staff or have not picked up on the odd reference here and there, is that, in the week or so before we wed, my wife-to-be was admitted to hospital with an illness that was soon diagnosed as cancer.
For three months and more we fought with the calm courage of Buddha and the ferocity of tigers. We promised each other that we would not give up and that, no matter what, we would be at each others side all the way.
And so we were and she faltered not one iota during the fight, no matter what the terror or the pain.
We had a burst of hope in mid-January that we had victory, for the initial cancer site had been returned to normal. But my most beloved wife became sicker and sicker and a fortnight ago was readmitted with the onset of severe respiratory distress. Part of that was that the treatment had induced diabetes because of the steroids used to counteract inflammation. But the soul destroying news was that, whilst being treated, the cancer had metastasised. In the space of a week we had to adjust from the certainty of at least five years of good health together to the dire prognosis (last Wednesday) of a handful of days, as it was revealed that the cancer had spread to her lungs, heart, liver and bones.
In the early hours of Saturday {16th February}, my Michelle passed away in my arms and my life ceased to have any meaning. I have no idea how I am going to carry on without her.
So, I just ask that those of you who are in relationships take a moment each day to treasure what you have. If your love is true, forgive those who you love any small transgressions that engender annoyance and temporise any harsh words or deeds, for you do not know how long you have.
Michelle and I had eight years of effortless domestic bliss together and I am still smashed to the ground with regrets for what we had not yet done.
Imagine how it would be if there was guilt for unforgiven transgressions of deed or word or forgiveness not extended to the other for the same. So tell those that you love that you do love them and let them know that you love them regardless of any foibles or weaknesses they have. Most particularly ensure that you thank them for loving you despite any such failings that you may have yourself.
Sentience, tool use and language set us apart from most of the animal kingdom but it is love, especially unconditional love, that marks us as truly human.
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