Wednesday, April 20, 2011
It is with a heavy heart that I write this posting. The father of our adopted daughter,my former husband of 13 years, is in the last stages of metastatic bladder cancer.
Katie got the text message from her step mother that Nick was taken to the hospital near Santa Fe, NM, and is in intensive care. Katie flew out to see him this morning, thanks to a good friend who gave her a buddy pass. With her, she took the tank top bearing the photo above, that she wore in a Marathon, running in tribute of her love for him.
It was always his dream (I shared the dream) to live out in the west. We have both had a love affair with the west for as long as I can remember. At one time we owned a house in Sedona, Arizona, but never actually lived in it. Well, he finally realized this dream and moved out west about one year ago. He and his wife and daughter are renting a house while their new house is being built. Moving day was to be Easter weekend. Now he is dying and the reality of his stepping over the threshold of his new house remains unseen.
Divorce is a painful thing for all involved. But no matter what, you always remain a part of that person. It hurts so much that someone I once loved and lived with, is suffering so much pain. I pray that God' will be done. You can't go wrong with that prayer.