07/31/2018
The last chapter in my life with George has been written. As I write to all of you, dear friends, he is gone. Last evening about 8:30, I held his hand, kissed him, told him how much I loved him and said goodbye to my beloved husband of 38 years. I adored him, his sparkly blue eyes, his long curly hair, his gnarled and rough hands that could touch me with the gentleness of a feather. After days of little sleep, crying and anquish, I slept peacefully last night. I reached for him this morning and quickly awoke realizing his absence. Oddly enough, I have a sense of peace, it truly is like a weight has been lifted off my chest. He had been in pain, I watched as he deteriorated in front of my eyes, as my once strong and virile husband grew weak and helpless. That was no existence for George Carr, not the spirited soul I married so long ago. The man who chose me, the hippie girl with long hair, two young children and a longing for adventure and love.He fulfilled my needs and gave me so much more than I ever imagined. I loved him with all my heart.
