As some of you know, I recently lost my wife unexpectedly in October after 26 years of marriage. 31 years total, at the age of 50.
This thread is directed to anyone that has a family.
I hardly know where to begin. My beautiful wife was always an advocate for anything she felt strongly about. My hope is to make you aware
of some things you must do. If I could hook you right now to have a Will, a living Will and a little life insurance for your loved ones and a couple of letters
in a safe place you each know about; we could call it a night and get back to reading about hunting...
But I doubt that you would really appreciate the overwhelming impact it has unless you have lost a wife, husband or child. This is not intended to do anything other
than try to let those of you with family's have some in-site. To put a few things in place. I am not trying to bring attention to myself as much as I am trying to share what happens and address a few things
that you must not put off doing.
So I guess we do it the hard way if you are willing to keep reading...
Syndi would have wanted me to try and give anyone a heads-up about this that would listen. She was the most intelligent person I knew. She made me a better man, a better father, a better husband.
She made our house a home. She made an impact on everyone she met and has left a incredible void in my life that make me wonder how I will ever be able to go on with out her.
We met in 1980 at Kent State U. dated for 5 years then married in 1985. We have raised 2 beautiful daughters. Just 3 months ago our youngest one moved out to go away to collage and
we finally started talking about enjoying life again and doing things. Up to that point, our last 22 years were
dedicated to raising our children. They came first, then Syndi. I was last... Last for new clothing, shoes, toys, anything. We had our share of money problems, fights, death, illness and arguments but never
did we not work through it all. Since 1980, she has been my only love. (woman wise) She never cared to or
hunted with me but always encouraged me to go. She would shoot the 38 special I got her many years ago once in a while to stay comfortable with it. She liked Elk meat but not deer. She learned all
the local animal tracks and sounds just from my passion of the woods. Sometimes she would go with me when I went fishing but it was just to sit and talk or to be outside. She never really cared for most fresh water fish.
In November, 2005 she had her first stroke. It was then she was diagnosed with Moya Moya decease. Over a week in the Cleveland Clinic and a brain surgery then 8 weeks in a rehab facility. The second Stroke hit her in 2008.
It damaged her left side, arm leg and speech. This was the most devastating of the 2. She had to re-learn to walk and took speech therapy for months. I brought her home Christmas eve that time.Through out all this, she never complained.
She never played the "pity" card. She never once used the strokes for an excuse. Syndi walked with a noticeable limp after that but refused a "hand cap" sticker for parking when offered because"there were other people worse off than her that needed the space"
With out a dough, she was stronger that I ever would have been. She kept fighting back from these horrible strokes. The only thing she ever said was that " Some day, God and I are going to have a talk about this"
Once "recovered" from the bad one in 08, she eventually resumed a "as good as its gonna get" quality of life. She never got back the use of the left hand. (strong hand) It was almost imposable to even sign her name. I eventually got "power of attorney" so she would
not have to suffer through that task. She got better at typing with her right hand and got around on the computer quite well. A second brain surgery in 08 and we were
hopefully that the Moya Moya and been arrested and we could go on with our lives at this point.
This thread is directed to anyone that has a family.
I hardly know where to begin. My beautiful wife was always an advocate for anything she felt strongly about. My hope is to make you aware
of some things you must do. If I could hook you right now to have a Will, a living Will and a little life insurance for your loved ones and a couple of letters
in a safe place you each know about; we could call it a night and get back to reading about hunting...
But I doubt that you would really appreciate the overwhelming impact it has unless you have lost a wife, husband or child. This is not intended to do anything other
than try to let those of you with family's have some in-site. To put a few things in place. I am not trying to bring attention to myself as much as I am trying to share what happens and address a few things
that you must not put off doing.
So I guess we do it the hard way if you are willing to keep reading...
Syndi would have wanted me to try and give anyone a heads-up about this that would listen. She was the most intelligent person I knew. She made me a better man, a better father, a better husband.
She made our house a home. She made an impact on everyone she met and has left a incredible void in my life that make me wonder how I will ever be able to go on with out her.
We met in 1980 at Kent State U. dated for 5 years then married in 1985. We have raised 2 beautiful daughters. Just 3 months ago our youngest one moved out to go away to collage and
we finally started talking about enjoying life again and doing things. Up to that point, our last 22 years were
dedicated to raising our children. They came first, then Syndi. I was last... Last for new clothing, shoes, toys, anything. We had our share of money problems, fights, death, illness and arguments but never
did we not work through it all. Since 1980, she has been my only love. (woman wise) She never cared to or
hunted with me but always encouraged me to go. She would shoot the 38 special I got her many years ago once in a while to stay comfortable with it. She liked Elk meat but not deer. She learned all
the local animal tracks and sounds just from my passion of the woods. Sometimes she would go with me when I went fishing but it was just to sit and talk or to be outside. She never really cared for most fresh water fish.
In November, 2005 she had her first stroke. It was then she was diagnosed with Moya Moya decease. Over a week in the Cleveland Clinic and a brain surgery then 8 weeks in a rehab facility. The second Stroke hit her in 2008.
It damaged her left side, arm leg and speech. This was the most devastating of the 2. She had to re-learn to walk and took speech therapy for months. I brought her home Christmas eve that time.Through out all this, she never complained.
She never played the "pity" card. She never once used the strokes for an excuse. Syndi walked with a noticeable limp after that but refused a "hand cap" sticker for parking when offered because"there were other people worse off than her that needed the space"
With out a dough, she was stronger that I ever would have been. She kept fighting back from these horrible strokes. The only thing she ever said was that " Some day, God and I are going to have a talk about this"
Once "recovered" from the bad one in 08, she eventually resumed a "as good as its gonna get" quality of life. She never got back the use of the left hand. (strong hand) It was almost imposable to even sign her name. I eventually got "power of attorney" so she would
not have to suffer through that task. She got better at typing with her right hand and got around on the computer quite well. A second brain surgery in 08 and we were
hopefully that the Moya Moya and been arrested and we could go on with our lives at this point.
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