Dear Talking Point Friends,
My Nick died on July 19, 2021. He was alone, as I had gone home to sleep after sitting with him for over 12 hours. My youngest and second child both got to say goodbye. The two kids in Norway never managed to come because of restrictions. They will be coming to the Celebration of Life in Sept., as by then they will both have had their second vaccines. It was not an easy death and he had considerable pain. Dearest man, nothing seems very fair. He was 68 on April 14th.
Even though I had hoped and prayed for him to be released from this difficult worldly existence, it was still unbearably sad and painful that he is now gone.
Thankfully, he had lived a full life by the time he was struck with the disease at 49. He made the best of it for as long as he could, he was very brave as in the beginning he was so aware of having the disease. I want to remember the great adventurer, loving father and husband, kind and gentle man. I hope I can eventually remember him as he was when strong and capable, at the moment my visions are of him as lost, anxious, unwell and dying.
His brain was taken to verify the disease and to help in research. He was then cremated.
Thank you TP friends who have given me great advice and comfort here since 2011 when I found the site, desperate for support in English and for others trying to do their best in a hopeless situation.