lost my beloved husband of eleven years to cancer. I took
care of him and watched over him as the cancer progressed
and took him in under fifty days. Nearly ten pounds of tumor
had been surgically removed, but they still didn't get it
all. Of course, our lives were put on hold and I went to the
hospital every day to see him. He suffered a great deal but
never complained. During that whole time, all he asked for
was a margarita.
Henry had always loved Jimmy Buffet. Recently, he had been
reading Jimmy Buffet's new book, a gift from his mom this
past Christmas. While he was in the hospital, I asked him,
"When you get to heaven, please let me know." He
said, "I'll try."
finally took his last gasps of air and was gone, his eyes
were wide open as though he were looking right through me.
His pupils were normal. He didn't have the strength in the
previous weeks to open his eyes that way.
Later that night, I went to his parents' house with our two
young daughters. Family had flown in from everywhere to support
us. When I decided to spend the night, his mother asked if
I wanted a clean shirt. I said OK, and went to her closet,
She had many blouses and some sweatshirts hung inside out
so the hangers wouldn't make the shoulders puff out (a woman
thing). I picked a sweatshirt off the rack and turned it right
astonished to see the words that were printed on it - "Margarita
Ville, Key West" and "Jimmy Buffet." I knew
this was the first of many signs to come from my beloved husband.
He was only thirty-four with so many plans, and we miss him.
Love you, Henry.
March 25th, 2005