Today is the ninth anniversary of my husbands death. To this day I miss him with a depth of longing to which I didnt know I was capable. As I wake each morning, often shaking off dark dreams, I vow anew to forgive doctors mistakes in diagnosis and treatment, other doctors for not stepping in when they recognised errors, the insurance company for its callousness, and other persons not mentioned for a blackness of heart incomprehensible to me to this day. I dont try to forgive the doctor who stated: I lose patients every day. when I said his treatment was hurting, not helping. Every night I say a prayer that my husband rests pain free, in the peace he was denied during his horrific illness. He was the best person I have had the privilege to know and I will never forget. He was a man who never spoke an unkind word, the first to come to anothers aid, a fantastic host, a remarkable lover in every sense of the word, a dutiful son, a doting spouse, a dedicated father, and a Renaissance man constantly sought after for insights and inspiration. Men admired him, women loved him, and children sought him out. Rest in peace, Jonathan Bruce Ricker. 1952-2005
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 14:46:18 +0000