On April 28, 2009, my husband was diagnosed with ALS. After many months of testing—during which I had held on to the hope that Hank would be cured of the symptoms he was dealing with—I was devastated. I cried many tears and went through the phases of grief. My joyful husband comforted me, and I realized that he was not going to let this destroy him. As the disease quickly progressed, I was able to cope and care for him, and we spent some of the most wonderful and peaceful times in our marriage together. His passion for life and the love that he had for his family helped me to accept the diagnosis.
Hank died on October 18, 2010, and the grief began again. This time acceptance did not come as easily. While I know that he is now in heaven where he can walk, run, and dance again, I miss him very much, and I go back and forth between accepting and finding it difficult to cope with the loss. Thankfully I have his memory and his spirit to inspire me.