Wednesday, April 10, 2024
I met my wife in 1973 at work. We both worked at GWG at 5 Edward street in Brantford Ontario. She was a floor girl and I was a spreader. A floor girl transported the cut material for the blue jeans from the cutting tables to the upper floors of the factory where they were sewed together to make the GWG blue jeans. I was a spreader, I rolled out large five hundred pound rolls of blue jean material onto a long table where the patterns were laid out on top of the material. Then the cutters would cut out the patterns.
I watched her for weeks coming and going, she was pretty tough for a girl her size. The carts she had to pull were very heavy and sometimes she would struggle. I would offer to give her a hand. It was my way to get a chance to make small talk with her. I knew I was in love with her the first time I saw her.
I asked her if she was going to the Christmas party and she said she did not know. I asked her several times and finally I said to her that she was going and she said what makes me so sure and I replied because I am picking you up at 7:00 that night, and that was the beginning of the next fifty years of my life.
She was city born and raised and I was city born and country raised. So when we got married on October 12 1974 I compromised and we lived in the city, that lasted for about six months and we headed for the country. It was driving me nuts in the city. It took a toll on her because she was not used to country life where you are a little secluded. We lived about a mile down the road from my parents. We had an old ford pick up truck, four on the floor standard. She was so desperate to get out of the house and for someone to talk to. She managed to get the truck into first gear and after stalling it several times she managed to get to my parents house. You see she was small and she could not reach the pedals. She was one determined woman when she wanted to be.
She gave birth to our two sons and practically raised them herself. I worked swing shifts and straight afternoons and nights for over twenty three years and some weeks depending on my shifts I would not see the boys until the weekend and even then a lot of the time I worked overtime. I was also raising two hundred feeder hogs and had a forty five minute drive to work so needless to say she bore the brunt of raising our boys. She taught them to be respectful to others, to live within their means and to have a good work ethic. She would help them with their home work and attend school functions and after school activities while I was at work.
I remember teaching her to drive, she had a bad habit of slowing down way too much to turn a corner, so I told her to keep her foot on the gas as she turned but I also told her to be aware of the road conditions as it was winter. Well she half assed listened to what I said because the main road was bare but the dirt road was snow covered and icy. She kept her foot on the peddle and did not hesitate as turned onto the dirt road and went into a fish tail as soon as she got onto the side road, all most lost it in the dich, needless to say that was the last time she went out with me as her teacher, my mother taught her how to drive and once again in my life I learned how to live in the dog house for awhile.
Over the next thirty years or so we had our ups and downs but in the end we were there for each other. Then in 2008 2009 we found out she had breast cancer. We caught it early but decided to play it safe and she had her breast removed and chemo treatments. Since we caught it early and had the breast removed and chemo the doctor thought that radiation would not be necessary.
In four years it came back, she was misdiagnosed and by the time her doctor at the time realised it was cancer her lymph nodes were swollen and protruding. She was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. This is when her true spirit began to shine. Instead of giving up and after chemo and radiation along with the research we did and with herbal remedies and large doses of vitamin c and vitamin d it went into remission once more.
She wanted to give back and help people recover from their illness and old age, so in her fifties she went back to school and graduated as a Personal Support Worker from Fanshaw college. She loved her work. That is just the type of person she was, always there for you, kind, thoughtful and generous even when we could not afford to be, always there with a smile on her face and a cherry attitude.
After about seven years she started getting really tired and that run down feeling, so we decided for her to retire a couple of years early. Even with our house being paid off and no debt when we crunched the numbers we knew we could not afford to live where we were. We would have gone through our savings in about six or seven years, then what, sell the house and slowly dwindle that money away.
My father is from Mahone Bay and when I brought her down east on a vacation several years ago she fell in love with Nova Scotia, especially the east coast area. It came down to living up north in Ontario or down east, it was a no brainer. We put our house up for sale and in a week it had sold and in January of 2018 we were living with friends in Moose Head and by March 15 of that year we moved into our new home in Moser River. She was in heaven and loving every moment of it. She joined up with the weekly music night in Moser River and loved to play chase the ace in Sheet Harbour Legion. She loved to socialize so she would attend events in the area. She discovered that she had a talent for painting, it relaxed her and she enjoyed it very much. God was looking out for her.
This only lasted for about eight months before we discovered her cancer was back again, this time in her bones. Not only that but she was getting cataracts and her eyesight was deteriorating. She got magnifying classes and brighter lights so she could finish painting my birthday picture. We fought back the tears and picked ourselves up and dusted ourselves off and started doing more research to try and beat this again. More chemo, more scans, biopsies test and long days and many more tears. She managed to get it to go into remission once again only for it to move to her lungs but she also beat that but when it showed up in her liver it was one battle to many and on the morning of April 8th she succumbed to her cancer. I lost the love of my life that morning and GOD GAINED AN ANGEL.