This Is no sarcastic joke.
All of a sudden, my wife of 40 years is in the end stage of metastatic colon cancer with supporting acts in the liver, lungs and lymphatic systems.
Last Wednesday it was just like she’d had a bad case of gastritis, but by Thursday evening it was clear that there were tumors throughout her abdomen and lungs.
I am bereft.
Greta, Ann-Margerth by birth, has been the structure of my life for the last ~41 years.
When we met - the first day of school (Nansenskolen) in September 1979, I was not looking for a soulmate, but she was it - plain as day, obvious to the blinded - she asked me if I were her boyfriend and I melted, my stone hard heart laced itself into her ‘vida’ —- into the eternal forests of Norway and we gave rise to massive Love, mountains and myths.
We connected so early in our time together that I today cannot fathom a final separation from her. Joined @ the Hip from the earliest moment, the inevitability of separation is so shattering that it does NOT compute.
I will not drink myself to death. Tempting as that is - who am I kidding, I could NEVER give in to that stupid and crass ‘lol solution’ to my misery.
I MUST honor her throughout the remainder of my life with creativity, energy and manifest adoration.
I will honor her by living a technicolor life. Everything on display, nothing throttled back, full ‘steam’ ahead - fully ‘in’.
Greta, I adore you. I worship you, I need you. I - AM you.
I love you.