My Love My life

[leland wayne mcfadden]

I lost my wife and soulmate on Nov. 21st, 2012, to lung cancer.  It's been a year and 55 days and it still feels like it was yesterday.  She was 12 years younger than me and I have heart problems, so we always thought it would be me to go first.  I was worried about her, if she would be able to handle my death, and the next thing I knew, it was all different.  She was hardly ever sick a day and she was very spunky and full of life.  In Aug., 2012, she became ill, and in Sept., she was diagnosed with SCLC[small cell lung cancer], and she lived 8 weeks.  I was disabled, so I took care of our home and all the housework and she happily worked her job as a Restorative Physical Therapist.  She loved her job, and well, me, too.  We did everything together.  Fishing, camping, target shooting, shopping, garage saleing, gardening and many more.  The only time we weren't together was when she was at work, and many, many times I would go to her workplace just to see her and hug her and kiss her and to tell her to hurry up and come home.  We were together for 18 wonderful years, and I wish we could have had 18 more.  We were true soulmates.  Two became as one.  I miss her so badly.  She was only 45.  Her untimely passing has devastated me.  I've cried every day and night for a year and 55 days.  I wish only to be with her again.