We knew the diagnosis was coming but when we heard the news it still felt as if we’d been hit with a sledgehammer. How could your new husband, your best friend and the kindest, gentlest man we knew be facing such a thing? You remained strong, though, while we all went slightly crazy.
You knew he wanted to remain at home and, despite all the difficulties you faced, were determined that his wish would be honoured, and it was. Once away from hospital he seemed to thrive.
You made the best of what time you had left. He loved you for it and the pair of you set out to have fun and make even more wonderful memories. Your friends from the village have always taken you two to their hearts and were amazing. Help was always on hand. The garden was kept tidy, the fridge replenished, the washing dried and the dog walked. An arm to guide him home after a trip to his favourite place (we all know where that was!).
Friends sorted the Christmas tree and midnight calls for assistance were met with an instant response – always positive.
I was so proud as you cared and supported him. In those last days you knew what was coming and faced it head-on with such dignity. During those last hours you held your lovely husband in your arms, snuggled up in bed, just how you both wanted it and how it should have been.
In the final hours, while the medical professionals bickered outside, you held him close, stroking his head and gently guiding him through. I know he felt no pain, no anguish or fear; he responded to your voice and looked completely at peace.
Such love I have never seen, and it shone like a beacon in those sometimes very dark times. The world knew it and loved you both for it. You supported me when I faltered, you held me when I cried. You were brave and considerate when I was cynical and angry. You forgave and were generous when I was not. I learned so much from you, my lovely girl.
The love you have was made in heaven and, although it doesn’t feel like it now, in time you will overcome the sadness and grief and your beautiful light will shine again – brighter for having known Mark.
We hoped this Christmas would be a special time – but it was not to be. It will, though, have been filled with love and snuggles, with sisters, babies and friends, and with lots of love.
Our boy, your husband, will be in our hearts, where he will remain for ever. You had something that most of us can only dream about. Be sad, but remember that “Nibs” is soooo watching you … with a smile on his face and those beautiful blue eyes twinkling. That I know for sure.
Love, Mum
