We send our pets over the rainbow bridge. They no longer suffer the indignity of life and we no longer suffer for them. In my adult life I have had the displeasure of Guiding 4 wonderful pets to it.
There is no human rainbow bridge no matter where I look I can find none.
She came to me in the theatre. Sylvia helped my take down a set she and her actor friends had frolicked on for three weekend in a row in our little community theater world. I joined this group as a set builder as they are scarcer then hens teeth in the no budget world of community theatre. I was 22 and taking Deer Abby’s advice and not looking for a life mate in a bar.
When I joined I looked around the group and the picking where slim. Sylvia was dating a sailor and her sister was just not even close to my type. There were others as each show was cast I would look to see whom might be interesting. Two years into this little escapade to my surprise I learn that Sylvia is no longer incombered by a sailor friend.
When we returned the set to the warehouse I asked if she was hungry and wanted to stop at the Mickey D’s she said sure 6 hours later the manager asked us to vamoose. This was not love at first sight for we hade known each other for almost three years but I degrees… I proposed and she accepted 3 months later and we married about a year after our first ”Date”
life was wonderful as we enjoyed the last of our twenties as our thirties came at us we were ready to settle down Our first was born and I felt so awful for what Sylvia had gone though to make that beautiful life force that I bought her Diamond earing studs. Yes men are idiots. 4 years later our Big Guy gets a little brother and our family along with assorted dogs is complete.
Till the accident…
in 2004 I fell from an electric light pole while working on it for the Cable Company. My safety gear did it’s job and kept me from landing on my head but something has to hit the ground in this case my right foot took all of the brunt of the accident my right ankle was shattered both tibia and fibula were broken it took 2 rods and 13 screws and 6 months to put it all back together. Sylvia was working full time and still managed to take care of me and the kids 10 and 6 year old.
2010 COPD yup The only good decision I ever made was Sylvia
2013 Angioplasty
2015 Heart attack and Angioplasty #2
2016 Triple heart bypass surgery
2019 Back surgery to relieve nerve pain
2020 Back surgery to clean out infection
Not a word of disaffection never tired like a champion Sylvia was by my side and not only cared for me but raised the two boys, mind you I was there but at 70% most of the time.
When Covid-19 struck Sylvia and I found our selves In deep shit myself with my various comorbidities and Syl with hers as she was Diabetic and Epileptic. We hid alone in our home for a year and she ventured to the grocery when we needed stuff. we cried tears of joy in November and rejoiced on January 20th.
on January 29 as I was preparing dinner Syl was taking a shower and her left arm started shaking like a seizure I took her out and help her dress and we went to the Emergency room after the results from the MRI came back they told us that Sylvia was bleeding from some lesions on her brain and that they needed to due more test. I was the told to go home.
The next day the Doctors told Sylvia (alone with no one there) that she has renal cancer that has spread throughout her body and she has about 6 months. She informs me of this by phone. She is now paralyzed on the left side of her body. She decides quality over quantity and we set her up for home hospice.
We move the furniture around and put the hospital bed so Sylvia can both see the TV and me and see the front yard. on February 13th we celebrated my oldest sons birthday along with mine, He and his wife along with my youngest and his wife make it for a complete family celebration. we spend all day being a big happy family under the circumstances many a pose was taken around the bed.
On the 14th Syl wakes up very ill and spends all day barely above a whisper we consult with the hospice nurse and doctor and they get us some new stuff and raise her morpheme level. at 3 a.m. I gave her her meds when I woke at 7 a.m. to give her her next dose my baby was gone
I have long been an atheist I understand that she is gone and soon I to will be gone. There is no special place for reunions. I understand all this but NOTHING can take away the pain of missing my better half of 32 years. That pain is worse the my open heart surgery or my back surgery it just rips at me continuously. It’s been 4 months and I am as raw today as I was that morning.
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