Life and Not and LiliesPosted: July 5, 2008
The house is quiet now. The kids have gone home — son, daughter-in-law, son, girlfriend. I couldn’t have made it without them the past week.
Besides silence, the house is filled with the sweet, sweet scent of lilies. I must do something about that before it overwhelms me.
I thought my husband had a stomach virus — or maybe salmonella — and went out for saltines and ginger ale. But that wasn’t it, and after teams of doctors and surgeons in two hospitals worked to save his life over a 39-hour period, he died one week ago of an aortic dissection, a catastrophic event.