General Discussion & Chat: Hello from Penny4 - and thanks, 1 by penny4

penny4 wrote:
I don't know what to say...Thank you hardly says enough. I am still in shock at the untimely, horrible death of my best friend, husband of just 7 years and center of my existence, Bill. I feel very lonely, even with friends or family members near me, and I imagine that will go on for some time, maybe forever. Many times, I look up expecting to see him. Often I hear his voice or feel his hand on my shoulder. Mostly I find myself thinking "Oh! I have to remember to tell/show/give Bill that when he gets home this time." Then I realize he is never coming home again. He was "my magic and my miracle" as I said in my wedding vows. He said: "No matter what the question, we are each other's answer." Carol (Weezingreens) married us in Seward Alaska, June 24, 1995.

I have had the gift of a good, good friend near me here and her help and presence has been my guiding force during this difficult time. Carrie is her name, and although not a DGer, she is a good enough gardener to help me keep mine together when all I want to do is sleep or cry. So with Carrie's help here, I still have some lovely blooms. It is hard to imagine all the goings on in the garden will never be seen by my Bill. Every morning he would awake bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to dive in (Me? I am barely able to function in the morning!). I can see him in his bare feet and striped bathrobe, hair all squirreled up, holding a cup of coffee and looking out the big picture window that faces south to most of our garden beds. Without fail, each morning, he would say "WOW! Look at that rose (or dahlia, pea plants, plum tree, carrots, strawberries, grapes - whichever caught his eye first on that particular day)! I think it grew a foot since yesterday!!!" Always the positive thinker. So my garden right now is more painful for me than a comfort. He made it all come together. I have many physical limitations which have prevented me from doing a lot of the heavy work a garden must have, but he was the one who did it all for me, and for himself. He loved to garden.
Anyway, I wanted to put a little something in here to thank all of you who have posted. Your thoughts and prayers are greatly appreciated now. Bill was a "man's man" with a sensitive, giving nature. A seafarer by trade, and a man with the gift of being able to make or repair anything. Anyway, Bill lived more in his 45 years than many people do in three lives combined. I kind of want to put his obituary on here, but perhaps that would be a bit much. I just want people to know what a fabulous person Bill was and how much the world has lost with his death.
anyway, thanks a lot for caring enough to write here. And thanks to Carol for starting the post. I will post a shot or two of some of the dahlias which are doing well this year. But here is shot of Bill, me, and little Emma Rose, taken just after Christmas 2001, when we traveled to see her for the first time. Again, thank you so much for you caring and thoughful words. I need all I can get these days.
Penny Moran