1 Year Later

by Mac

On Friday, August 20th, the hardest year of my life came to a close.  It’s difficult to believe that April has been gone for an entire year – a very, very long year.

It truly was a blessing that April and I had no idea how close she was to death in her last summer.  We had parties at April’s request, we worked (she was still employed full time by Pellissippi State up to the last Friday that she went in the hospital), and our struggles seemed ordinary in many ways.  It would have been so much harder if we had known that she was so close, if she had not been so tough and positive minded.

She didn’t believe the end had come until she heard it from the doctor’s mouth.  Up to that point – even when Dr. Gharavi told us that she was going through liver failure – she still thought that she was going to be returning to work in a few days.

As difficult as those two years during April’s diagnosis and battle with cancer were, they were a blessed time that I cherish and miss terribly.  I miss April so much.

But life goes on.  As we all know, life goes on.  We don’t have the choice to stop time and reverse to the days when our loved ones were still with us.  We can’t re-wind to say “I love you” one more time, or to do more special things for them to say with actions louder than words that they are loved.  We move forward.

Our year without April has been forward moving.  Babies have been born and conceived; houses have been re-modeled; a career in medicine has begun; business plans have been laid, and new friendships forged.  I can see paths before me that lead to new places and ways of life that I’d never before considered as a possibility.

This is as it should be.  It’s as April would want it to be.  She loved us – all of us.  And she would have been so pleased with each of our victories and treasured moments.

In closing, my dear ones, I offer you words that April would have said at this time, were she able.  Live well.  Have a party.  Eat some chocolate.  And smile to know that you are loved from this side and the next.

Mac

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Eight Months

by Mac

I was just looking through correspondence that April and I had in the last year before she passed.  Nothing significant; we wrote about groceries, trips to the doctor, trips to see friends, parties that April wanted to have over the summer.

It’s so easy to feel like April is just right around the corner, in the other room.  Even now, 8 months after she passed, it still feels that way.  And when I read her words, it makes that sensation even more real to me.

Here are some pics of the yard – almost everything that’s beautiful and colorful is there compliments of dear April.

As you can see, my yard has turned out beautifully this year – the best it’s been since April and I bought the house in 2003.  She really would have loved and enjoyed it; I like to think that she’s in and around the flowers and blooms, spring leaves and shoots – enjoying it all, and soaking it in.

I hope that your spring has been rejuvenating, full of new life and new joys. My love to all,

Mac

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Thanksgiving When You’re Sad

November 27, 2009
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It’s a strange thing to offer thanks in April’s absence, but being thankful is such great medicine for being sad. On this Thanksgiving weekend, I could try to justify feeling sad, angry and missing April terribly, or I could try to convince you that I’m just peachy – write up some mumbo jumbo about how [...]

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Macaroni, Coleslaw and Chocolate Ice Cream

November 12, 2009

Here is the story of macaroni & cheese, coleslaw and chocolate ice cream — three different comfort foods that played a role in two dear friendships. April and I met at Camp Wesley Woods in Townsend, Tennessee in late May of 1992.  April was 17 that May – about to turn 18, and I was [...]

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Grief is a Sucker Punch

September 26, 2009

An Introduction to the Sucker Punch A sucker punch is one thrown when the recipient isn’t looking, and that’s how I’ve come to think of grief.  When I was a kid, the sucker punch was a coveted asset of bullies and chickens alike, as it gave the bully an added edge over the kids they [...]

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Last Night, My Love

September 18, 2009

Last night, my Love, we were swimming in the ocean below the gentle swells, the Moon turned down low. “Don’t be afraid of the Hydromedusae,” you said to me softly. “See? They don’t sting.” I agreed with a nod and reached for your hand, while whales sang bass medleys, and the Hydromedusae said “Your money is [...]

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Pictures of April

September 12, 2009

Dear friends and family – here are some pictures of April that I love and wanted to share with you.  If you have pictures of April that you love and would like to share them with me — with everyone who reads the blog — please do. If you don’t know how to post them [...]

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Little Things

September 5, 2009

I was just thinking about the strange way little things sneak up on you when you’re grieving for the loss of someone to whom you were very close.  It’s an odd thing to be OK, then open a drawer and suddenly find yourself crying over an almost-empty Super Glue. Every nook and cranny has something [...]

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Out of the Way Romantic Acts

September 1, 2009

When I spoke at April’s service, I told a small story of mine and April’s private lives together.  I want to put it down in writing on the blog, too, just in case you weren’t able to make it to her service. “Honey, what turns you on?” Being a typical guy, I asked the above [...]

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What April Said About Death

August 31, 2009

I was thinking yesterday, as I luxuriated on someone else’s well-maintained boat (thanks again Sam, Brad & Ben!), about what April said to me regarding the possibility of being taken early by cancer. I had been to see a licensed clinical social worker/counselor named Vicky Henderson (she’s absolutely wonderful) late the same afternoon that April [...]

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