July28 1993 June 2 2003
first real husband I ever had. We were married on
February 11, 1982 and from that day on we were
mostly very happy. There were times when he was
grouchy, but aren't we all? He was the first man I
was married to who let me be myself. He never tried
to own me. He always said we were together
beause
we wanted to be, not because it was the duty of
either of us.
God wasn't in our lives when we were first married
but later we both began to put God first. He became
to be a big part of our lives.
Jack always trusted me to do the right thing. When
we'd been married about two years he got to wanting
to stay home most of the time but I still wanted to get
out of the house once in a while. I would go out with
some of my lady friends and he stayed home. He
never asked me where we went or what we did. If I
wanted to tell him he would listen, and laugh at some
of the things we did, but the important thing was he
never said I couldn't go or that I had to stay home
because he didn't want to go out.
When I became disabled to the point that I couldn't
do the housework, he took over without a word. I
kept cooking for a while, but it wasn't long before I
couldn't stand up long enough to prepare a meal and
he took over the cooking too.
I never told him how much it meant to me having him
in my life, but I think he knew. But I didn't really know
untill God took him from me. If God would grant me
just one thing, it would be that I could have him back,
or that I could go and be with him.
God alone knows how much I love him nor how much
I miss him. God also knows how much I look forward
to being with him again.
think it is fitting to have them
reunited. I know that Jack
would approve so I'm giving
Chico to him now. I think he
loved him more then any
thing. I will be very happy
when I can be with them.
