Remembrances

Tributes to those who fought that we have lost, and messages of hope for the warriors battling cancer.

Roma-Peterson

In tribute to Roma Peterson

Here it is on Apr. 30th at 9:37 in the evening. What a beautiful and glorious day it was. Tomorrow, May 1st 2006, I remember the day my father passed away. It was just 18 months before that we lost our mother. On the Wednesday after my fathers passing, my sister, brother and I were making arraignments for my father’s burial. I received a call that I needed to get home right away, that my wife, Roma, was taking a turn for the worst.I rushed home as fast as I could. When I got there she was unconscious and I would never talk to her again in this world. I was in utter shock. I wondered how could that be, I just had breakfast with her just a few hours ago. She was as lucid as you and me, as lucid as any time during our 17 years of marriage. Then I thought, what was the last thing I said to her? Was it kind? Was it rude? Was it sarcastic? DID I TELL HER THAT I LOVE HER? I’ll never truly know, though I’m pretty sure I ended it with “I love you” as I did every time I left her or hung up a phone.On May 5th, Friday that year, we buried my dad. It was a tough and somewhat dreary day. Fr. Mike delivered a beautiful and meaningful service as he always does. We went to the cemetery to burry him and because he was a retired Army Lt. Colonel, he received a well due 21-gun salute. Did I mention that he won the Bronze Star for his duty in Viet Nam?We then went back our church to celebrate his life. We got near the end when I received another call to come home right away. I was told that Roma won’t hold out much longer and that I needed to get home. I left my family and took my daughter and son home. We stood by her the rest of the day. Then at 12:15 A.M. she took her last breath…it feels just like yesterday. I’m sitting here crying just as hard. I still feel that tightness in my chest. I like to think that she won her own Bronze Star in heaven for her courage too. Of that I have no doubt.Now eight years later, I’m founding the Cancierge Foundation to help others who struggle to fight this SOB of a disease. We exist to help make cancer fighters and their families days a bit easier. Help them so they have more strength to fight and beat cancer instead of using that energy to fight the day-to-day struggles of life. One of the most appreciated things for me in those days, was when I would come home from a long days work to find that someone took the time and effort to make us dinner. Help us to help them have another peaceful hour. Help us to take a load of someone’s back. Help us make a difference in someone’s life. Please donate now to this most worthy cause.

marieMurray

In memory of Marie A. Murray

See that beautiful woman standing next to the oldish guy in the photo above? That gorgeous thing was my wife. Amazingly, she chose me. After a courageous, 11-year battle with cancer, on January 4, 2015 at 11:09 pm, she left me, our 3 children and an entire community for the next life.

The usual vernacular of “we just buried my wife” doesn’t really apply here. Her wishes were to be cremated, so her remains are on the premises, making the day all the sadder. Yesterday was Marie’s Celebration of Life (she was adamant that is not be referred to as a funeral or memorial service).

Today, I am tasked with putting together a routine for me and the kids and beginning a life without Marie.