On monday, September 18th, Christa passed away. It was about 11:30 in the morning on a day with the first hint of fall in the air. Christa's breathing simply shallowed with each breath, it stopped, and her heart just faded away. She seemed to be in no pain or discomfort. I'm relieved that I was the only one there when she passed. I could give you all the details but they seem of little importance now.
I feel it is important to say that my wife fought her decease with every once of strength she had. She was sure that there were so many things left for her to do. Those task now fall to me and I will do my best not to fail her.
We went today to plan Christa's memorial service. Her body will be cremated and the ashes placed in a walnut box with her name ingraved on it. Someday, in the future, I hope to find a place to return her to the earth. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
I'm finding this to be a very surreal experiance. The thought of never seeing her again is beyond belief. Even after she had passed away, and her body was still laying in the bed, I would occasionaly catch her out of the corner of my eye and I could swear she was still breathing. It was so unreal not to see her chest rising and falling with each breath.
So please say a little prayer for Christa and us as we begin our new journeys and remember our old ones. And if your so inclined, join with me and lite a candle for Christa on her birthday December 26th.
Peace and Good Cheers,
Marty
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