06/24/2025
I had been happily divorced and single for 10 years. Having nothing holding me in the town I lived in, I moved to a tiny township in NSW of under 3000 people, to be closer to my brother. My new job was with the local council and in my first week there, I noticed a tall, thin, dark haired guy (quite a few years younger than me). We hit it off straight away. Within a few weeks, we were inseparable. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, it just happened, and so quickly. So for my 40th birthday, I found the true love of my life. The following year we moved to the regional city he grew up in and started our life together. We lived on a property and I got some sheep and goats and pigs and chickens. A few years later, we started a business which quickly boomed. We were happy and busy and loving life. I had said many times that I didn’t want to get married, that I was happy with how we were. But on my birthday in 2022, he proposed. Six months later, in April 2023 we were married. The business kept us so busy, we were best friends. He was my person. I was his wildflower.
In February of this year, he passed away. I found him semi conscious on the Tuesday morning. He was taken to Emergency by ambulance, sirens blaring. 17 hours later he was gone. He had gone into total organ failure and his heart stopped beating at 1.50am on the Wednesday morning. He was only 49.
During that day, he was in and out of consciousness. Before they intubated him, I went to him, held his hand, kissed him and said I love you. He took his oxygen mask off, and said as clear as day, I love you, and squeezed my hand. Those were the last words he said to me. And for that I am eternally grateful.
I miss my husband. My life has been turned upside down. Now I’m to do the rest of my life without him.
Here are a couple of pics from our beautiful wedding. We were together 15 years, married for 22 months.