On August 13, 2017, I lost the love of my life.
Rick Palmer and I had met 21 years earlier. One month before he died, on July 12th, we celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. We didn’t have the opportunity to celebrate in the ways we had planned because Rick was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer in October of 2016. By July, he was in remission, but was suffering from several side effects of the chemo and radiation therapy he had undergone.
Because Rick was in remission, his death was a shock. He was ailing from pneumonitis, but we fully expected him to recover and regain some semblance of normal life. We knew the cancer had a 90 percent chance of returning, but hoped we were in the lucky 10 percent and that we would have a little more time together. Unfortunately, Rick fell and broke his femur, which released fat embolisms into his already compromised lung. He died three days after the accident.
And now I am a widow.
Soon after Rick’s death, I quickly realized that the devastating loss of my soulmate was too much for me to handle on my own, so I began grief therapy. I also began my own form of self-help: writing through my grief and my memories. Rick and I owned a web design company, and a blog was the natural receptacle for my journal of feelings, thoughts, and memories. It was also the perfect way to honor the man I loved beyond life and a place to dedicate my thoughts, love, poetry, and prose to Rick.