It’s been six years since Tony died, and I thought I’d be somewhere else by now.
Nine years ago, right before my husband was diagnosed with End-Stage Renal Failure, we had plans. We had just gone on our first cruise earlier that same year and we had so much fun and loved it so much that we were already talking about taking another. He was working steadily and the boys were old enough that I felt comfortable enough to go back to school and study nursing. Nursing and medicine have always been a passion of mine and he had always encouraged me to go back to school since I supported him through graduate school. We were looking at finally buying a home. Tony and I began saving for the boys to go to college. We talked about how our retirement would look - beachside of course.
Like most young to middle-aged couples, we never considered that we wouldn’t accomplish everything we planned.