This is my sharing of grief, loss and the daily act of coping with the death of my loving husband, Kevin. He passed away on June 26, 2016 after a devastating year-long battle with lung cancer that metastasized.
The following year we were back and at one of our favorite stores in Downtown Disney, now Disney Springs. Where else can a group of goofy people act goofy, but at Goofy's Candy Company? This time for my birthday. I laugh every time I think of Kevin on his hands and knees, being silly in the fun-house mirror.
Kevin loved his MAC. This was taken in September, 2014, so I suspect he and Steve via email were trading jokes about whatever college football game was currently on TV. His twinking eyes and sweet smile.
Kevin celebrated his last birthday in front of the TV cheering on Bernie Sanders. By then he'd been through so much with the cancer treatments, pneumonia and all. It was rough on him, but we had faith. And he never lost his sense of humor.
Kevin was always my best supporter. I doubt myself a lot. Always have. So when I was doing something like sewing or cooking and I finally felt like I did a good job I heard this, "Yay, Nancy." I would feel so lucky to always have his love and approval. Tears flow now thinking of him saying that to me just a few days before he died.
Now when I finish up a sewing project, drawing, cooking or just getting through the day I say, "Yay Nancy," and thank him for all he's done for me.
Happy Birthday, Kevin. I love you. I miss you every day.