uphillklimber
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Folks, I haven't been on here much since last ski season, and wish I were here under different circumstances. My wife, Jeannette has suddenly died. The funeral was yesterday. I am left now just going thru things and wrapping things up on her behalf. Maybe the moderators can lock her profile or account? Not sure how it works.
I have lost a part of me. For the past ten years, Jeannette and I have been side by side companions in this life. We shared so many of life's joys together, hiking, biking, skiing, beach combing, checking out our garden, cuddling at night, visiting Boston, our anniversary trips to the Caribbean.... I could go on and on and on.
Jeannette had a heart bigger than herself. She was a caring and compassionate lady. She found beauty in everything. Whether we were staying at the Mt. Washington resort or picking cotton in a cotton field in North Carolina. I still had the two plumes of cotton she picked a couple years back, and placed them in her hands, symbolic of how she found beauty in anything she did in this world.
When we hiked, she would often need help for stream crossings or to get over large rocks. Pedxing and Skiracer and I helped her for one last hike.
I kinda don't know what else to say. I loved her and she loved me. We gave each other so much happiness. After ten years, we still cuddled every night.
I will share this one story: Our first Christmas, she asked me what I wanted. I was 40 at the time. What does a 40 year old man need (nothing). I told her that I wanted memories of a life well lived. She gave me those. We would often ski Christmas day, that was our gift to each other.
Memories of a life well lived. She gave me those.
Rest now, my love.
I have lost a part of me. For the past ten years, Jeannette and I have been side by side companions in this life. We shared so many of life's joys together, hiking, biking, skiing, beach combing, checking out our garden, cuddling at night, visiting Boston, our anniversary trips to the Caribbean.... I could go on and on and on.
Jeannette had a heart bigger than herself. She was a caring and compassionate lady. She found beauty in everything. Whether we were staying at the Mt. Washington resort or picking cotton in a cotton field in North Carolina. I still had the two plumes of cotton she picked a couple years back, and placed them in her hands, symbolic of how she found beauty in anything she did in this world.
When we hiked, she would often need help for stream crossings or to get over large rocks. Pedxing and Skiracer and I helped her for one last hike.
I kinda don't know what else to say. I loved her and she loved me. We gave each other so much happiness. After ten years, we still cuddled every night.
I will share this one story: Our first Christmas, she asked me what I wanted. I was 40 at the time. What does a 40 year old man need (nothing). I told her that I wanted memories of a life well lived. She gave me those. We would often ski Christmas day, that was our gift to each other.
Memories of a life well lived. She gave me those.
Rest now, my love.
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