Mourning the Loss of a Wonderful Man
Today was supposed to be a day of excitement, and getting ready for our trip to California.
Instead, I got a call from my mom that changed everything.
A very close family friend, who's been battling prostate cancer for the past 6 years, passed away.
I don't know if it has fully hit me yet, I'm always trying to be strong for everyone else.
Hearing your mom and little sister cry over the phone, and not being there is the most helpless feeling in the world.
It's so hard to be away sometimes, and it was hard not being able to spend more time with him.
But the last time I saw him, was our wedding day. He almost wasn't able to make it to the wedding, and I will forever be grateful that he was there. And I am so grateful he got to meet my husband.
We've decided to delay our trip, and leave tomorrow for Utah. We'll stop in California for a few days on our way back.We're also going to restructure the trip, and focus on spending time just being together.
Cancer is an evil thing. It's taken Grandparents, and now it's taken Steve. But there is comfort in knowing he's not suffering anymore, and that he's in a better place now. But it never gets easier to lose someone.
And my thoughts are with his children and his wife. She is the strongest person I know, and is my personal hero. Together we'll all make it through this.
And to Steve, you are an amazing man.
I love you.
We all do.