I am recently widowed. My husband was 50 years old and I just turned 47. He was way too young to go and I am way too young to be a widow.
A week ago tonight, my husband of two and a half years passed away after a year long battle with lung cancer. He died the day after my birthday. I truly believe he willed himself to stay with me long enough to prevent that date to also be the anniversary of my one true love's death. He had been diagnosed the previous year on Christmas Eve, so we spent a year being frightened of holidays.
My sweetheart asked me to marry him six weeks after we met and we were married before we knew each other for 11 months. I am so glad that we didn't wait. We are both bikers and put over 15,000 miles on our bikes in the little time that we had together. I am just glad that he was able to ride throughout this riding season- and that he does not have to experience next riding season feeling the draw of the road and being too ill to follow it.
I know he will be waiting for me when it's my time to go- and he will have found the perfect twisty roads for us to ride for the rest of eternity.