When Your Husband Passes On
🌟You know, today’s a special day – it’s been 14 years since my Tark decided to trade in his earthly shoes for some heavenly wings. July 29, 2010, at 11:45 pm Central Time – that moment is etched in my memory like a tattoo on my heart.
🌟I can still feel the weight of him in my arms as I sat there in that sterile hospital room. The beeping of machines fading into the background as I whispered to him, "It’s okay, honey. You can go if you need to." Now, let me tell you, those words nearly choked me. A big part of me wanted to yell, "Don’t you dare leave me, Charles Tarochione!" But love, real love, sometimes means letting go when you want to hold on the tightest.
🌟You know what’s funny? In those moments, I thought I was going to be left with this Grand Canyon-sized hole in my heart. But that’s not how it worked out at all. Instead, it’s like Tark moved right in. He’s still here, in every memory, every laugh we shared, every inside joke. I swear, sometimes I can almost hear him chuckling when I do something clumsy – which, let’s face it, happens more often now that I’m lugging around this oxygen tank!
🌟At 78, I’m well aware that I’ve got more years behind me than ahead. But that doesn’t scare me one bit. You want to know why? Because I know Tark’s waiting for me on the other side. And knowing that man like I do – heck, I was married to him for 24 wonderful years – I bet he’s been busy up there.
🌟I can just picture him now, sidled up next to God, probably sharing one of his famous bad jokes. "Hey, Big Guy," he’d say, "Did you hear about the claustrophobic astronaut? He just needed a little space!" And God, being the good sport He is, would probably chuckle and say, "Charles, my boy, we’ve got to work on your material before Kathy gets here."
🌟And you know what? That thought just tickles me pink. Tark always did know how to light up a room, and I bet he’s doing the same thing up in heaven. He’s probably got half the angels rolling their eyes and the other half in stitches.
🌟I can almost see them now, him and God, poring over some celestial party-planning book. "Now, Tark," God would say, "don’t you think fireworks are a bit much for Kathy’s arrival?" And Tark, with that mischievous glint in his eye, would reply, "With all due respect, Sir, you don’t know my Kathy. If we’re not careful, she’ll be the one bringing the fireworks!"
🌟It’s thoughts like these that keep me going, you know? Sure, I miss him something fierce. There are days when the ache is so real I can almost touch it. But then I remember – he’s not gone, not really. He’s just waiting for me to catch up, probably tapping his foot impatiently like he used to do when I took too long getting ready for date night.
🌟So here I am, 14 years later, still celebrating the wonderful man my Tark was – and is. I’m not in a rush to join him, mind you. I’ve still got work to do here with my GOLDEN Friends. But when the time comes, oh boy, what a reunion it’ll be! Until then, I’ll keep him alive in my heart, in my memories, and in the lives of all the people I touch. Because that’s what Tark would want – for his love to keep on giving, even from the great beyond.
⭐️And let me tell you, if love could move mountains, the love I carry for that man would’ve shifted the whole darn Rockies by now!
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