My beloved Goshawk died on October 25th. It is a great loss to me and I have only begun my grief journey with yet another death.
Some of you who come to our blog may have noticed that we have not written or visited other blogs for some time now. So I’m posting this so all who come here will know why.
The Hawk was not feeling well for the last 9 months, but there were no symptoms of his cancer. Mainly his back hurt him and he slept a lot just not feeling well.
The only pain was in his back and the doctor found broken vertebrae and two compressed discs in his back so we thought that was the problem. We had an appointment with a back surgeon on November 11th. On that day, our doctor wanted to do a colonoscopy on Hawk since he was having another issue. Nothing was found in his colon. But he had a very swollen leg so he was admitted to the hospital. The doctor thought he had a blood clot. But, no matter how many cat scans, MRIs, and Dopplers done on him, nothing was found.
The team of doctors decided to run a CTA on him which is a test where a radioactive dye is given through an IV and lights up the body. The horrible news was that he had terminal cancer that originated in his prostate and already metastasized everywhere and was in his bones. Hawk was given about a month to live.
Instead of a month, he passed away in 2 weeks.
Willbeaux and Davetherave never wavered in their support and comfort to me. Susie, the departed Lucie aka Purplegimp’s friend also stood by me throughout. I thank them all for the comfort and support they have given me throughout and still do.
Hawk and I had only 6 wonderful short years together. I had hoped it would have been much longer but that was not God’s plan. And I am sure Hawk is in God’s Hands now and no longer suffers from the horrific pain he was in those last 2 weeks.
Hawk was such a talented man. When he was working he was an electrical contractor in California. He gave his service to our country when he served in the Air Force and fought in Korea.
Aside he painted in oils and had so many people who wanted to commission paintings from him there were more than he could do. His paintings were based on realism and his forte was painting animals which he brought to life on the canvas.
Ron studied in the martial arts and was a very strong man. He practiced Zen which he excelled in and he was proficient in survival. He was an ace gun marksman and never missed a shot, even something in the air. He also was a knife and tomahawk thrower and never missed his mark. He flew airplanes. He could fix almost anything besides electrical work which came in handy in this rented house we live in. He loved animals, he loved politics, and he was a rock to me when my son, Jeff, died. He never wavered in his support and comfort to me.
Those are just some of his talents. I grieve that such a talented man is now gone from this world. But, he is now in a better place especially now with the shape our country is in, which Hawk mourned so much.
For me, I am just beginning my grief journey. I am exhausted and very sad without Hawk. I will continue to write when I feel better. I can’t say how long that will be when I feel up to it. Right now I’ve lost interest in just about everything.
I hope you will all join in prayer.