IncredibleTransformation
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I first met my husband Greg when I was 14 years old. We were in the Presbyterian Youth Group together. I didn't pay much attention to him but he paid a lot of attention to me. Soon we were dating and we dated for most of out high school years. As it happens many times we broke up. He was older than me and we just didn't keep the relationship going after he left home.
I didn't know this but he always kept a flame in his heart for me. He married and had children, I married and had children, but as I found out from an old girlfriend of his that after his divorce from his first wife he still loved me and wanted to be with me. This reunion happened because of my mom. She was the catalyst that brought us back together. My mom gave me Greg's phone number.I called him up. At first it was just friendship for me but this soon turned into love. I couldn't resist his unconditional love for me. It was a flame he carried for 30 years. I finally gave in and on Sept. 8, 2003 we were married.
After that we were inseperable. We went everywhere together. We took a month to for a honeymoon in 2004 and toured California. We went on a cruise to Mexico. We would visit our home state of Colorado many times to visit one of his daughters and enjoy the beauty of the mountains. He loved San Diego so we went back frequently. It didn't matter where we were just as long as we were together.
He was an entertainer. We built his business together. We moved to New Mexico on a 50 acre ranch and built a horse boarding business together. It seemed like a fairy tale life for nearly 14 years until it all came crashing down on March 20, 2017. Greg was on the way to a meeting in El Paso. I was sure he was there until the paramedics showed up telling me they had rushed him to the hospital. They took me to the hospital and the nurse ushered me into his room. He was sceaming in pain saying that his heart hurt and he couldn't breath. I couldn't stay there and see him in such pain and he didn't even realize he was there. I have a friend that worked at that hospital so I went there and stayed in her office for awhile. I finally went back to the emergency room. They had settled him down and he was more stable. Greg had had a major heart attack and now only had about 15% of his heart function left. The doctors tried but 8 days later he died in intensive care.
My fairy tale life came crashing down. I put on a brave face but all I wanted to do was die so I could be with him. I somehow made my way through the funeral and then the chaos began. I had to do something with the ranch. I didn't want to keep it, there were too many memories, it was too remote, and too work intensive for me. I had a buyer. I thought, "This will be great, I can get out of this and start a new life." Little did I know that the person buying it knew how to play the real estate game. He got every inspector that he knew to inspect the place and find every little thing wrong with it. He lowered the price so much that it was rediculous. It's been three months now and we are still negotiating.
I said I would get my stuff out of the house in 1 month. That was a herculian task because we had a 4500 square foot barn and 1600 square foot house. I had a few neighbors to help but not much help. I knew it would be difficult to do this if Greg and I had to move, but now I was doing it myself.
One of Greg's daughters showed up wanting the "help" during the move. She actually didn't want to help move only to see what she could get. She had not talked to Greg for 17 years and now she was showing up to claim what she could. His other daughter bothered me for months about his guitars that he used in his business. She wanted them. He had told me to sell them to someone who would use them before he died. Someone showed up almost immediately and I sold the guitars a week after the funderal. His daugher had never shown on bit of interest in his shows before he died and now she wanted his precious guitars. I sold them to someone who would play them, not just leave them in a closet somewhere to collect dust.
Now, I'm staying with my son and daughter-in-law for awhile until I can get back on my feet and he wants me out. He says I drive him crazy and they want their privacy back. Funny because it was my families money that helped them afford a big house in the first place. I have some money but I don't know where I'll go and I hate to be alone right now.
This is the life that I didn't want, but I have it. I don't know what the Lord is trying to teach me through all of this. I have started to get over the feeling that I just want to lay down and die but I hope the lesson comes soon so I can be with my husband and continue our fairy tale without the fear of being separated ever again.
I continue to ask for your prayers in this situation.
I didn't know this but he always kept a flame in his heart for me. He married and had children, I married and had children, but as I found out from an old girlfriend of his that after his divorce from his first wife he still loved me and wanted to be with me. This reunion happened because of my mom. She was the catalyst that brought us back together. My mom gave me Greg's phone number.I called him up. At first it was just friendship for me but this soon turned into love. I couldn't resist his unconditional love for me. It was a flame he carried for 30 years. I finally gave in and on Sept. 8, 2003 we were married.
After that we were inseperable. We went everywhere together. We took a month to for a honeymoon in 2004 and toured California. We went on a cruise to Mexico. We would visit our home state of Colorado many times to visit one of his daughters and enjoy the beauty of the mountains. He loved San Diego so we went back frequently. It didn't matter where we were just as long as we were together.
He was an entertainer. We built his business together. We moved to New Mexico on a 50 acre ranch and built a horse boarding business together. It seemed like a fairy tale life for nearly 14 years until it all came crashing down on March 20, 2017. Greg was on the way to a meeting in El Paso. I was sure he was there until the paramedics showed up telling me they had rushed him to the hospital. They took me to the hospital and the nurse ushered me into his room. He was sceaming in pain saying that his heart hurt and he couldn't breath. I couldn't stay there and see him in such pain and he didn't even realize he was there. I have a friend that worked at that hospital so I went there and stayed in her office for awhile. I finally went back to the emergency room. They had settled him down and he was more stable. Greg had had a major heart attack and now only had about 15% of his heart function left. The doctors tried but 8 days later he died in intensive care.
My fairy tale life came crashing down. I put on a brave face but all I wanted to do was die so I could be with him. I somehow made my way through the funeral and then the chaos began. I had to do something with the ranch. I didn't want to keep it, there were too many memories, it was too remote, and too work intensive for me. I had a buyer. I thought, "This will be great, I can get out of this and start a new life." Little did I know that the person buying it knew how to play the real estate game. He got every inspector that he knew to inspect the place and find every little thing wrong with it. He lowered the price so much that it was rediculous. It's been three months now and we are still negotiating.
I said I would get my stuff out of the house in 1 month. That was a herculian task because we had a 4500 square foot barn and 1600 square foot house. I had a few neighbors to help but not much help. I knew it would be difficult to do this if Greg and I had to move, but now I was doing it myself.
One of Greg's daughters showed up wanting the "help" during the move. She actually didn't want to help move only to see what she could get. She had not talked to Greg for 17 years and now she was showing up to claim what she could. His other daughter bothered me for months about his guitars that he used in his business. She wanted them. He had told me to sell them to someone who would use them before he died. Someone showed up almost immediately and I sold the guitars a week after the funderal. His daugher had never shown on bit of interest in his shows before he died and now she wanted his precious guitars. I sold them to someone who would play them, not just leave them in a closet somewhere to collect dust.
Now, I'm staying with my son and daughter-in-law for awhile until I can get back on my feet and he wants me out. He says I drive him crazy and they want their privacy back. Funny because it was my families money that helped them afford a big house in the first place. I have some money but I don't know where I'll go and I hate to be alone right now.
This is the life that I didn't want, but I have it. I don't know what the Lord is trying to teach me through all of this. I have started to get over the feeling that I just want to lay down and die but I hope the lesson comes soon so I can be with my husband and continue our fairy tale without the fear of being separated ever again.
I continue to ask for your prayers in this situation.