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This wasn’t the post we originally had planned for today. But when Wesley’s e-mail hit our inbox last week, there was no way we could just let it sit. At first there was a tiny voice in the back of my head saying that it might not be bright and cheery enough for the holidays. But when I floated it to the rest of the staff, they echoed what the other tiny voice in the back of my head had argued back. You see, Wesley’s post is about is about loss, but it’s also about the power of hope and love. It’s about cherishing the people that we care about the most. And I can’t imagine anything more appropriate for the holidays than that.

—Maddie for Maternity Leave

My name is Wesley. I am thirty-three years old and I am a widower. Some of you may know part of my story already, as my friend Courtney wrote about losing her friend—my wife—a short while ago. We had been married for just over five years. She was twenty-eight years old.

Losing my wife to brain cancer has been a traumatic experience. In a period of four months, I watched the woman I love go from a successful graduate student to almost entirely paralyzed before passing away. There’s a tremendous amount of anger, frustration, guilt, hopelessness, and a myriad of other emotions all wrapped into a very short time frame as you realize the love of your life is going to die and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s enough to make one think whether it’s worth getting attached to someone in the first place. After all, is it really true that, “‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all”?

Absolutely. Continue reading Love, Loss, and the Sum of Its Parts

As we’re exploring memory and history this week, we’re honored to get to include a post from Kristine‘s (you’ll remember her lovely and simple wedding) mom, Karen. There is nothing to add to this post other than, may we all be so blessed, tragedy or no. And mostly, I hope this reminds us all to pay attention and to invest in the love right in front of us.

Some time ago, my daughter asked me to write about my marriage to her father. It has taken a while to do this—too busy, didn’t know what to say, too personal—but I think mostly too painful. I lost Dougie five years ago and sometimes it feels like yesterday.

We met at work when I was a college senior and he was in graduate school. I was an intern and I noticed him right off when he was hired as a psychologist. I went home that night excited about the new guy at work and made it my business to get to know him. The attraction was mutual. We chatted at work and always found ways to be together. We went out a few times, friendly, but he was in a five-year relationship. Though this was daunting, our friendly dating soon turned to romance.

What a guy! He was attentive and adoring (and so sexy) to me and a genuinely good person. Everyone loved Dougie. I think my family loved him more than me at times—luckily the relationship worked out and that was never tested! We dated for two and a half years and married in my parents’ backyard. They were slightly appalled at the idea (church weddings stuck better my mom said), but we loved the big old oak tree, and that’s where we got married. It was simple and yet elegant—my aunt made my dress and friends helped with food. A harpist and flautist played during the service, and we read the vows we created for each other. We had gone to premarital counseling and it was our therapist’s idea to write vows about what we wanted from each other and what we were giving to each other. They were so beautiful and poetic and touching. We had a band to dance to, so much fun. Dougie and I both came from dancing families and it was something we loved throughout our life together.

Thirty years and three kids later and we were still in love, still holding hands and loving to just be together, as a couple and as a family. We loved every stage. Even the one when we had two babies, and Doug would come home and I was still in my bathrobe. He was the guy who was there completely for his kids. When they were ill (all three had traumatic events in their young lives) he did the research to get the best care wherever it took us. He was the coach and the school volunteer and leader. He car pooled and gave Eskimo kisses and played shamu in the pool and made special lunches to take to school (hugely popular with the friends)!

As much as we loved the family life and grieved as our kids left for college, we were ready to be empty nesters; our youngest said we were a little too ready! We sent Thom off to college and eagerly started the next chapter—Dougie and Karen, playing and traveling together (mostly traveling to see the kids of course).

But something was wrong. Continue reading Reclaiming Wife: Starting Over Thirty Years Later