Thread: Our friend Steve

The funeral is in Toronto on the 3rd.
Tomorrow i go to the funeral home to say goodbye before they shut the lid forever.

I am alone and i am dreading it, it will be the hardest thing I've done
Even holding her hand as she died was nothing compared to this.

I bought 20 red roses to go inside her casket with her. one rose for every year we were together $100, i would have been happy to pay $1000.

I texted a woman that i havent seen for a long time that I was going to see Joan tomorrow.

It amazes me how texts can be misinterpreted less than 5 minutes and 4 cops at my door
Apparently they read the text and were worried that going to see her meant suicide.

I had to laugh and when i explained that going to see her was to view her at the funeral home they went away happy.

This was a hard day

Originally Posted by STF

This was a hard day

No doubt!
Hang in there. The next while there will be a lot of reflection of your time together and your time ahead.
Stay strong and think about what she would want for you going forward.
Remember the good times.

It has taken me a while to answer but here was my Christmas dinner. As you can see my wife made tomato dressing. She of course varied the recipee to fit what we had around. They were probaably chunkier than the beefsteak ones that the recipe called for. You can see on the turkey that the base was brown but it was a little weird to have tomato chunks in the gravy. Many recipes called for paste but we wanted to experience the real thing.

My overall opinion is that it was good And I would certainly eat it again but I won't go out of my way to get it.

Tim

Dang it the picture didn't load....

You can also see that I like fresh ground black pepper!

I'm glad things are moving along Steve. I hope that doesn't sound callous. It's not meant that way. What I do mean is that for us, when my Dad died, the time waiting was excruciating. Sitting by his bedside for months, weeks when it seemed eminent at any moment, then waiting for his cremation, Florida has weird laws about that, then scheduling his funeral, all tolled I think it was a month after he died before the burial and 6 months after it was clear that he was dying. Once we had the funeral it became easier to get a grip on. Then there was some finality and we could start putting our grieving for him to rest.

I hope this makes it more final for you in a positive way. Then hopefully you can start to heal. When it is still open ended its hard to do that.

Hang in there Steve and may God grant you peace.

Want a laugh for new year?

I had trouble brething today so I phoned teleheath to ask if its anything to worry about.

10 minutes later Im in an Ambulance

seems i got what i deserve, a heart attack.

The admitted me but i told them politely im going home
I bury Joan on wedneday and Im not going to miss it, heart attack or not

Apparently they think it may be cardiac myopaphy
Broken Heart Syndromne, god i hope thats what it is, of all the heart problems, thats the one that I want if i have to have one.

It's no joke, Steve. When my mother in law passed (recently) , Smokey ( husband ) was so heartbroken, that he followed her in less than 12 hrs. No lie.

I eased my wife's pain, by telling her how merciful God really is. To not let their love be separated, by death, but to join them forever, together, at that moment.

So yeah..heart attacks ain't shit, had 3 myself. Broken heart ain't no joke. But it's damn good to hear your cracking um, again. Chin up, lad.

I was just wndering through, not having been deep in the forum for a while. God bless you Steve, hang in there and keep going. I’ve been through similar with my sister (MS, a long time) and my dad. The only thing that really helped was to get outside and get the blood moving in fresh air. Nature has a way of helping us when we need it.