Missing Mark

  This is a space for me to share my journey. I don’t want to, because I wish it never happened. Ninety days ago, my life changed forever. Even as I type these words it still seems unreal; I still struggle to accept that Mark is forever gone. September 9, 2024 Monday was such a good day. John was over and we harvested the last of the hops we grow for the brewery. Mark was on his tractor cleaning the barn paddocks and then replacing hose bibs for me. After the long hell we went through with his operation to remove cancer he was finally independent. Able to get around with no assistance even though the surgeons had said he’d always need a cane. But that is a whole other story. The weekend had been wonderful, filled with grandkids swimming, watching the Seahawks on the patio TV and just hanging out. After everyone was gone Monday Mark suggested we get Chinese take out since we both had worked so hard that day. While we waited for the food to arrive, he made us a drink and we...