The beginning to more beginnings

Well I want to start from when it all began. I was 16 going to my morning math class in the beginning of the school year and who sat next to me was a tall blond haired boy. He was extremely smart but did not have the motivation to do the work. And what I mean by that I was always doing my homework, studying and doing my best but hate to admit I could study all week take a test and score in the high 80s, Jon though he’d never study or do his homework and every time we took a test he would walk over to my desk and slide his exam right on top of mine, and with his smirk on his face he’d teasingly say what did you get April. I’d look at his 106% and just give him the glare. Whenever he absent I ended up missing him because I always enjoued his company even though hed try to get rouse out of me. After class we’d always chat and we ended up exchanging number which led to many and I mean many coversations. He’d always walk me to my second period class even though his next class was nowhere near mine. I remember going home telling my mom about Jon and how I’d never date that man oh how I’d eat my own words later. Jon was something else, when we’d walk to class I’d give him a hard time about how he smelt of cherry cough drops and cigarettes and calling him out, he was so surprised telling me no ones ever called him out, he felt he could get away with anything. I remember spending my lunchs someday with him at chess club from time to time. We stayed close friends, I’d sit with him at football games and he even went to my 17th birthday party scavenger hunt. When my sister met him she told me that boy likes you I laughed and said no he doesn’t we are just friends. Looking back now my sister was spot on. I went to his graduation and ended up going to his graduation party he was senior and I was Jr. I loved getting to see him he was always silly and full of energy. After he graduated he enlisted into the army. He knew he wanted to when he was young. In our conversations he told me he wanted to leave where he was, he hated his life at home, it was a rough life. His parents got divorced and his mom had a hard time during the years they were apart. He said one night she brought a man home who he had to thearten with knife to leave. One morning on of the men she brought home was passed out on the front lawn. Not only that his brother who he shared a room with was always sneaking out and drinking and he would always try to cover for him, cleaning his bed that he peed on and one time his computer. Jon always had a good heart though, he had a strong sense of right and wrong. To be honest he reminded me and everyone else of captain America, which of course everyone would call him. During the time of bootcamp we’d always write letters, his first time having his phone back after bootcamp he called me. We chatted of course I got to hear how it was there and he told me no one else answered their phone and he was dying to talk to someone from back home. I look back and think how lucky I was that it was me that answered. Well over a whirlwind summer it was time for him to come home on leave. We texted all the time and he mentioned maybe taking me out on a date when he got back. I was so nervous because he was literally my best friend and I just thought what if it doesn’t work out and I lose him. That summer he came home was amazing. We fell hard and fast. I remember staying up late in the summer night laying in the hammock out back watching the stars, we played tennis, went camping and found the best stream to swim in. We went to his family’s BBQ at his grandparents house and had a great time. His grandpa told me I looked like Jessica rabbit which was a huge complaint because that was his favorite character. Jon was so romantic and we had the best time. I remember when we first kissed in front Shari’s restaurant. We had so much fun and after that we were inseparable well of course until he had to go back to his duty station.

To be continued….

2 years later…

It’s been 2 years after losing my best friend. Being left a single mom of a 4 month old baby. What a journey I never even expected. I don’t even recognize why I was then, I just feel the echo of pain I felt that day. Little do people know my husband’s last words were to me, he got out an “I love you”. I remember that morning April 4th I finally decided to do my makeup for the first time in a minute, I had spent a lot of my days tending to Jon, emptying his osteomy bag, swiping mucus our of his dry mouth, giving him water, baths and everything else I could while spending my time pumping for our newborn. I just wanted him to know I tried to at least look like I could do it all. That was also the first day I decided to crawl onto that small hospice bed and lay with Jon I layer my head on his chest. I could feel his breathing labor, I knew he was fighting it. I whispered to him while in his arms “I won’t be mad” I said because years ago I told him if he ever died I’d be pissed, but things changed I will always be proud how hard Jon tried to stay here with us but couldn’t. I told him I wouldn’t be mad, and that Jon and me will be okay, he passed away not even 30 seconds later. It felt unsettling knowing this was it, the last time in my husbands arms, last time talking to him, it hurts so much still. I laid with him for 20 minutes waiting for the nurse and cremation people to come pick him up. It felt scary laying next to someone you know but never knowing what it felt like when they don’t breath rythmically anymore, that heartbeat I’d listen to when we would lay in bed together gone. April 4th Jon joined the next life leaving me behind with many memories, the good, bad and everything in between. Life of a young widowed woman

Being young and widowed

One thing that was really hard being newly widowed and having a 5 month old baby was having people tell me that not having his dad around was no different than if he was because woman do all the work in the beginning anyways. It was frustrating to hear because I just knew that was not true. I have been extremely lucky and found someone who stepped up to the plate as a father for my son and watching their relationship proves it. I can only hope that during the time when it was just the two of us I was a good enough mom.

Holiday trauma

Unfortunately cancer doesn’t give a fuck if it’s a holiday. Sometimes days that are supposed to be fun end up being something hurtful or a memory that we don’t really know how to handle. My late husband was going through a new chemo when his stomach ruptured and he needed to go in for a emergency ileostomy. The odds of him surviving were almost impossible yet somehow he did. Well while he was recovering in ICU he asked his mom if she could get his card to order me flowers for Valentines day. How sweet, it was his last Valentines day gift he ever gave me and it was extremely special because he usually wasn’t big on gifts. But one thing that bugged me was his mom insisted on paying and wouldn’t let him pay. He told me because he thought it was weird. She had flown down to help, we were sitting out on the patio and she said to me you know I paid for those flowers, I thought wow why take away from his last sweet gesture by trying to take credit when he insisted to pay but you wouldn’t let him. I mean he was literally bed ridden. Anyways one more memory I try to forget but also never will. Happy Valentines day. #youngandwidowed

Living with trauma

I was raised that you didn’t need anyone hut God’s help. And don’t get me wrong I believe that God has given me strength to handle the unfathomable but I do think he puts people in our lives we can talk to. I was lucky he gave me a sister I could always rely on. I do feel enormous guilt because I know she suffers from my trauma too. She seen me struggle with my faith, my happiness, everything. But I am so thankful because she was my rock. Being so young and pregnant when my late husband was diagnosed with a rare cancer and a 30 percent chance he’d even be able to be there for the birth of our son was a harsh reality when we were looking forward to our first baby. But to top it off cancer is so ugly, it was horrific the pain, fear, saddness,and Uncertainty, our future was full of many horrors, our lowest lows but also our highest highs. The biggest truth is cancer sucks, Fuck cancer.