I met the love of my life May 9th,2009, at a bar with his friends. He was stationed in 29 Palms, but doing a course in Camp Pendleton. 2 weeks later we had our first date and that’s all it took. We would see each other every weekend and rotate on who would drive. I live in Anaheim and the drive to 29 Palms is about a 2.5 hours long, but was well worth it.
He was in his last year of duty in the Marine Corp, but was not sure if he would get out or re-enlist. His company was getting deployed and he was a squad leader. He would be out in the field training his guys, as he would put it.
We got married 6 months later and he decided to get out. He told me he didn’t want to put me through that lifestyle. We hardly saw each already. I know he hated letting his guys go with out him and he wondered if he taught them all he could (Just to show what kind of person my husband was). We moved to Seattle for his school, would travel as much as we could and just enjoyed life. It was perfect. He was perfect. That scared me sometimes, I felt it was too good to be true, and little did I know, it was.
In our 2nd year of marriage we decided to have kids. I got pregnant right away! We found out in April and during that same time my healthy hunk was having trouble swallowing. Finally in May he went to the doctors where they told him it was acid reflux. He started to get worse we went to the ER 4 times until they scoped his esophagus.
July 25,2012 our lives changed completely. My husband had stage 4 esophageal cancer. After that, it was in and out of doctor appointments for him. We pretty much lived in the VA hospital. Our joy, Eva, was born Dec 29,2012. It took all his strength for him to be there.
We moved back to California in February, after the doctors said nothing more could be done. I watched as my husband went from a 200lb, strong, muscular guy gym nut, to 110lbs of skin and bones.
He fought so hard, but lost the battle with cancer May 24,2013. May 28th was our anniversary for our church wedding. May 31st is when he was laid to rest. The last week I had with him was a torment. I didn’t leave his hospital bed at all. Just to go to the restroom. I saw so much. I cannot get those images out of my mind.
My husband kissed our daughter right before he passed. I will never forget that either. Now I feel I cannot grieve because I have to be strong for our daughter. I know he is with us and we have our own personal guardian angel but the wound is so fresh. Sometimes I wonder how I can go on when my best friend, husband, love, soul mate is gone. My only consolation is our daughter she looks like him and acts like him.
He fought so hard, but lost the battle with cancer May 24,2013. May 28th was our anniversary for our church wedding. May 31st is when he was laid to rest.
Everything in May
I met the love of my life May 9th,2009, at a bar with his friends. He was stationed in 29 Palms, but doing a course in Camp Pendleton. 2 weeks later we had our first date and that’s all it took. We would see each other every weekend and rotate on who would drive. I live in Anaheim and the drive to 29 Palms is about a 2.5 hours long, but was well worth it.
He was in his last year of duty in the Marine Corp, but was not sure if he would get out or re-enlist. His company was getting deployed and he was a squad leader. He would be out in the field training his guys, as he would put it.
We got married 6 months later and he decided to get out. He told me he didn’t want to put me through that lifestyle. We hardly saw each already. I know he hated letting his guys go with out him and he wondered if he taught them all he could (Just to show what kind of person my husband was). We moved to Seattle for his school, would travel as much as we could and just enjoyed life. It was perfect. He was perfect. That scared me sometimes, I felt it was too good to be true, and little did I know, it was.
In our 2nd year of marriage we decided to have kids. I got pregnant right away! We found out in April and during that same time my healthy hunk was having trouble swallowing. Finally in May he went to the doctors where they told him it was acid reflux. He started to get worse we went to the ER 4 times until they scoped his esophagus.
July 25,2012 our lives changed completely. My husband had stage 4 esophageal cancer. After that, it was in and out of doctor appointments for him. We pretty much lived in the VA hospital. Our joy, Eva, was born Dec 29,2012. It took all his strength for him to be there.
We moved back to California in February, after the doctors said nothing more could be done. I watched as my husband went from a 200lb, strong, muscular guy gym nut, to 110lbs of skin and bones.
He fought so hard, but lost the battle with cancer May 24,2013. May 28th was our anniversary for our church wedding. May 31st is when he was laid to rest. The last week I had with him was a torment. I didn’t leave his hospital bed at all. Just to go to the restroom. I saw so much. I cannot get those images out of my mind.
My husband kissed our daughter right before he passed. I will never forget that either. Now I feel I cannot grieve because I have to be strong for our daughter. I know he is with us and we have our own personal guardian angel but the wound is so fresh. Sometimes I wonder how I can go on when my best friend, husband, love, soul mate is gone. My only consolation is our daughter she looks like him and acts like him.