I’ve lost the love of my life, my ally, my lover, and my best friend. Margaret Sloan, my wife, and mother to our two wonderful daughters, passed away late yesterday afternoon.
Words alone cannot convey the loss of someone with whom I shared two-thirds of my life. As for Marg, plenty of words come to mind: kind, loving, decent, modest, funny, beautiful, and strong willed. These barely scratch the surface. As for the past three years I’d add determined, resilient, and tough as nails.
Someone diagnosed with glioblastoma is considered lucky if they live a year. Marg lived three years past her initial diagnosis and surgery in November 2018. In the end, it wasn’t the cancer, at least not directly. With a recent round of chemo, she had beat back the tumour yet again. She also was beating the infection that landed her in the hospital before Christmas.
In the end, it was all just a bit too much. She passed peacefully, her daughters, her twin sister Michelle, and me by her side.
I’m attaching about 10 seconds of pictures that my iPad put together recently, without me asking, as a demonstration of some new photo curation feature. I don’t know if I could have done better myself. Unfortunately, I'm in a few of them.
I know Marg would not want me to share these (see “modest” above) but I want to share the memory of how beautiful she was. Sorry Marg.