((((Carol))))
If it is any consolation, even when we have time, are forwarned, there never seems to be enough time to say goodbye. I lost my wife to cancer over two years ago and even towards the end, when we could see that she didn't have much time left, I don't feel like I said goodbye. Maybe I was in denial right up to the bitter end. What is more important, at least this is what I've come to believe, is that I told her how much I loved her every day we were together, from the time we first met, fell in love, married, through the first few years as we struggled, into the better times, on that fateful day when the doctors told us of the cancer, through her illness ... and on that day when I held her hand and watched her leave me. Every day since then.
What I'm trying to say is that I've come to believe that we are never really ready to say goodbye - to this day I'm still not ready - but I take comfort in knowing that Kit knew she was loved. (Oh I know I still never told her enough - do guys ever?) It may be small consolation, but try to find the bright sparks, the happy moments, to help you through the days ahead.
John