With aching heart I now share that the day of Wendy's passing has come and gone. The end came quickly and mercifully after her release from the hospital. I'm grateful that she lived long enough to have a lucid visit with her mother and sister, and with my mother the following morning. She went to sleep after those visits, and 12 hours later passed away in my arms.
The support of friends and family has been inspiring. I'm struggling with a curious problem, though, and have been for days. Indecision. Every task, no matter how small, is subjected to a subconscious time-test where I must convince myself that the task is worthy of the time I will spend on it. I know that I need to move past this so that I can devote time to my emotional needs ( and those of others). For now I only feel paralyzed by it.
We will lay her to rest this morning amid military honors on a lovely summer morning. Her resting place is beautiful, right next to a nice oak tree. She would have liked it, and some day I shall join her there.
My beautiful Wendy, my reason for being, has left this earthly existence and joins the angels in eternity. The emptiness I feel cannot be described, but those who have experienced it themselves know what I mean. I think there is meaning in all this. I believe in my heart that the part I played in her life was just what it was ordained to be by our Creator. I am grateful to have been her Knight, her Marine, her Love. And I will love her for ever. Until we meet again, Wendy..