My day will come on 8/21/2014 1 week after what was to be our 37th wedding anniversary. I plan on riding my motorcycle to work, he loved riding motorcycle, playing Lynyrd Skynyrd on my stereo, his favorite band, and drinking a beer in his honor. And not to forget crying most of the day.

Heavenly Birthday sounds perfect for my situation; my husband died on his 39th birthday on 4/30/13. Although this past April was hard yet my two wounderful kids and I celebrated my husbands 40th birthday and our first year without him. His co-workers had a big celebration in his honor; shared many beautiful stories of how he touched each one, released balloons and ate his favorite food. Then at the end of the day I took my kids to the pier and took pictures. We cried, hugged and at the end we sang to him,his birthday song while we watched the sunset; exactly at the same time he lost his life a year ago... My advise to you is, do what feels right. I didn't planned anything; it was too hard to look forward to that terrible day so I just went with it... ~Sandra~

The night of Mikes death I spent the night with my best friend Kim. Kim slept with me that night and calmed my fears as much as she could. That night was horrible as I truly felt that I had landed in the place where nightmares are born. Kim and I made a pack to spend April 22, 2014 together and talk about the changes that had taken place in my life. Mike has been gone close to two months now and I can already seeing positive changes being made. I still have a long way to go on this difficult journey, however, I am seeing positive changes and the beautiful glow of hope in what once was a dark tunnel that was void of light.

Kymberly

Frank passed Nov 17 on a Sunday morning 2013. He was in a hospice bed in our room I had only had 24 hr hospice nurse care for him for a week, prior to that I had been doing it all myself. I was on the brink of total and complete exhaustion yet I kept going. Before he slipped away and could no longer respond, I guess it was about four or five days before he actually passes away, he thought we were in bed together every night. I would lower his hospital bed and fill the gap between our beds with blankets and I would lie as close to him as I could get, he always thought we were in bed together. Even the night he woke me at three in the morning thinking we were in a tent in Colorado looking at the stars. He asked me for hot chocolate and talked to me about how beautiful it was for a long time.
Anyway, the night before the morning he passed the nurse told me it would be his last night on earth. I asked her at some point to leave the room, I don't remember what time and I crawled in bed with him. His breathing was very very quick like he had been running they told me this was part of his "transitioning". I had come to detest that word. He was of course unable to move but I knew he could hear me. I put my arms around him and I layed on my side on his chest, I layed there for hours. I prayed to Jesus, I asked the precious Holy Spirit to come down and saturate the room with peace. I talked to Frank about our first kiss, the babies' births, the day we married and, I even laughed a couple of times. I fell asleep at one point, peace was all around. I. woke up and I told him that when Jesus comes, to go to him. I felt it important that he not hear me crying, that he hear me tell him to go and I assured him I would be fine. Morning came. I refused to move. My Jenna came in the room. We spent the last two hours there like that me in bed with him and Jenna on my bed holding his hand. She played out song for him, for us, on my phone "Unforgettable". He passed away at 9:37 am in my arms. They had to pull me out of his bed 30 mins later. Now, on the 17th of each month, I go about life as normal, difficult to do otherwise with so many children. I stop at some point and thank my Lord for Franks life, and his peaceful painless death that in this world was unusual for a brain tumor patient. His pain we were able to control and his passing was exactly as I promised it would be, in my arms. I remember his tremendous courage and his strength and I praise my Lord for that mans presence in my life as I will never ever be the same.
"Unforgettable, that's what you are...unforgettable though near or far..."
Love
Cindy