Post by bobalmond on Jul 7, 2010 9:23:43 GMT -5
Some of you may recall that Michael was a moderator here at this forum for some time and an Inkwell Awards supporter. Michael has been a good friend to me for several years and wonderful human being and I'm heart-broken to have heard through his Facebook page that his wife KJ passed away two days ago after a three plus year battle at the age of 44. Feel free to post something at his blog, Facebook www.facebook.com/michael.rankins?ref=ts or even here.
Here is an entry from his Swanshadow blog: swanshadowblog.com/
Gone
Posted July 6, 2010 by swanshadow
Not to get all depressing on you, but I need to tell you something.
At 11:49 p.m. on Monday, July 5, 2010, my wife of 25 years — and my relationship partner of 29 years — departed this life after a lengthy, hard-fought battle with metastatic breast cancer and a progressive, degenerative liver disease the doctors were never able to fully diagnose.
She passed from this world holding my hand, before taking the hand of One greater and stronger than I, who welcomed her into the next.
KJ (as I’ve always referred to her in this space) was 44.
I will write much more about KJ, and our life together, in the days and weeks to come. But right now, my emotions are summarized by the words of this song, written by Tristan Bishop and recorded by one of KJ’s and my favorite a cappella groups, the House Jacks:
And now you’re gone
Somehow you’re gone
You were my midnight
You were my dawn
You were the shoulder that my life leaned on
You were my world
You were my song
You’re everything I could depend on
And now all you are is
Gone
Here is an entry from his Swanshadow blog: swanshadowblog.com/
Gone
Posted July 6, 2010 by swanshadow
Not to get all depressing on you, but I need to tell you something.
At 11:49 p.m. on Monday, July 5, 2010, my wife of 25 years — and my relationship partner of 29 years — departed this life after a lengthy, hard-fought battle with metastatic breast cancer and a progressive, degenerative liver disease the doctors were never able to fully diagnose.
She passed from this world holding my hand, before taking the hand of One greater and stronger than I, who welcomed her into the next.
KJ (as I’ve always referred to her in this space) was 44.
I will write much more about KJ, and our life together, in the days and weeks to come. But right now, my emotions are summarized by the words of this song, written by Tristan Bishop and recorded by one of KJ’s and my favorite a cappella groups, the House Jacks:
And now you’re gone
Somehow you’re gone
You were my midnight
You were my dawn
You were the shoulder that my life leaned on
You were my world
You were my song
You’re everything I could depend on
And now all you are is
Gone