One yr ago today we made our last trip to St. Louis.
We got the expected news but we had been wishing our team in STL had thought of something our KC team had not. It was another bad day.
I vividly remember Jim's demeanor, his voice, the look in his eyes; our fear and sadness. I could not stop crying. He was silent.
The flight home: I watched his face as he kept his eyes closed. He was tired and worn out. We held hands. Silent.
By the time we landed Jim composed himself enough to exit the aircraft with a smile on his face; confident. I could not contain my tears. I was not so composed.
My brave husband. The ultimate warrior.
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