Lisa

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I've been going through Lisa pictures with many fond memories.

In no particular order.

She's taking our boy cat Natayo for a walk around our yard.


On the sofa with Sarah.


She was happy with our home treadmill until it failed. We got it free and it was worth every penny.


Just a picture of us.


On a hiking trip, Lisa having fun.


Lisa and Sarah working on one of her Birthday puzzles.


All done.


On a charity bike tour.


Camping.


Relaxing in her hammock on a camping trip.


Going for a bike ride.


A birthday cake she baked for me, it's supposed to be shaped like a heart.


Spin class at the Y.


Visiting my Niece Shannon of "Shannon's Baked Goods."


Zachary helping Lisa with another Birthday puzzle.


Hiking the C&O Canal Towpath.


Shortly after we met.


Going for a Horse ride.


Another Birthday puzzle.


80's themed spin class. That's Lisa's Pat Benatar look.


I wore one of Lisa's wigs.


Just a picture of a happy girl.


Ringing the bell in 2021 after battling breast cancer.


Taking a break during a walk on a nice summer day.


Cataract surgery. They did both eyes, one at a time.


Matching shirts in spin class.


Bingo winnings.


Hiking a mountain trail.


Lisa with her bike and my Dad's old bike that I fixed up.


Just us.


Just us again.


With my Nephew to go and see "Evil Dead, the Musical" at the Cumberland Theatre.


Lisa wuth Sandy and a hat that was hand made by a friend of ours.
 
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Great memories. When my first wife passed after 36 yrs of marriage I thought my life was over. Then a wonderful person who I worked with came into my life and she has provided me with happiness and joy for 26 years. After grieving for your loss you might wish to look for companionship. Some widowers do and some are content with their memories.
 
My wife of 40 years and I were talking the other day while working in the yard . As I do , I tell her about what's going on here and I told her about you losing your wife . I told her she better go first , I couldn't handle being alone . I wish you all the power in the world , losing the love of your life must be brutal . The quiet house , no one to talk to , but you do have us . I dearly hope you will lean on us .
 
Wife and companion.....

It is obvious from those pictures that you two had a great time together, anytime, thick and thin. Thanks for sharing. Now we feel like we know her better.

PS: 'Charlotte's Web'.....Great Book for anybody, all ages. I didn't read it til I was an adult. Poignant ending. Life is good, but also what we leave behind.
 
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Wayne, my parents made it to 40 years together when my mother died in 1991 from ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease). I can still hear the phone call from him when he told me.

Some time later I got a call from Pop and he said to me, "I don't know if you've heard, but I've been seeing [my future stepmother]. Is that all right?"

I had to restrain myself from busting out laughing at the scenario of my dad asking my permission to be dating somebody. I managed to say to him, "Pop, everybody knows you took good care of Mom to the day she died. Now it's your turn." And so for their first big date, Pop and my future stepmother met me at Punxsutawney, PA for Groundhog Day in 1992. They were married during the Thanksgiving holiday weekend in 1992 and I got to be Pop's best man. They had a big blowout wedding with 132 people invited and EVERYBODY CAME! They ended up being married for 22 years until my stepmother died in 2015.

Pop told me about some conversations that he and Mom had when she apparently realized that she was not going to recover. With one exception, Mom essentially gave Pop her blessing to get remarried.

I'm not going to give out any advice. This is just a narrative about people close to me who were in a similar situation to you.
 
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With the way you deal with adversity, Snubby, surely you must know, you are leader here, an example for us to follow..

I recall you being way overweight, and then, on top of that, being diagnosed with some sort of weird nerve disease and told by your doctors that in your future you would be unable to walk, that you would be confined to life in a wheelchair...

And your saying, "Nah. I don't think so."

And then your losing a 100 lbs — or maybe more? — teaching yourself anew how to walk, taking longer and longer hikes, biking, working out in the gym, getting leaner and leaner.. fitter and fitter...

Becoming, for the young folks, "Buff Grandpa!" And then a year or so ago, dang near breaking the Guinness world record for max pushups in a minute..

You've sure impressed the hell out of me, with your focus, your discipline, and your achievements in circumstances where most of us would just... well.. fold.

So, this latest... Lisa... I have no words.

But maybe, Snubby. Just maybe...

You can show us, lead us, not in overcoming, because surely that is impossible, but in showing us how to survive, to accept, such a terrible blow, and to keep on going.

"Choogling," you call it.

You are in the midst of what all of us — those of us in wonderful marriages for which we are so profoundly grateful — fear most in its inevitability for either ourselves or for those we hold most dear: Bereavement.

Show us, once again, Snubby, how to survive this latest, and the greatest, of blows.
 
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