Two weeks ago, my darling husband Rich – soulmate and partner in crime, passed away after suddenly falling ill three weeks previously. He was two days away from his 38th birthday. Whilst I gain some comfort from having been with him at the very end, sadly he’d never regained consciousness, so we didn’t get to say goodbye properly. He drew his last breath to his favourite song – Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits, and I was holding him all the while.
Rich always made me promise that I’d continue the projects we’d started and planned if something did happen to him, so in the future I will be continuing to advocate for the rights of people with disabilities. I’ll also be doing something to help those who have been bereaved at the wrong stage of life, and like me, don’t have conventional family support networks of their own to call on. Over these last five weeks it’s been friends, old and very new, who have been picking me up off the floor each day.
I want to write a great deal more about Rich and how he’s impacted, and will continue to impact on my life, but will probably create a new blog to do that. I will however continue to write up the trips we’d already completed here, and this will take a while as there’s at least nine months worth. We always tried to fit in as much as we possibly could, knowing more than most, that life can be so very short. Except that even then we still thought we had more time – at least two or three more decades, to have adventures together. My job now is to create more memories on Rich’s behalf, and to pursue the plans that we’d made, all the while with his philosophy of life – that there is no such thing as impossible. I love you Rich, always and forever.