Time flies…

So the first thing I have to say is I still dont' understand dating at all.  Enough said.

I listened to 4 young men playing basketball across the street tonight and encouraged my neighbor to walk across the street with me before a thunderstorm hit.  Four young gentleman were playing ball and were so warm and friendly when we approached them.  To me, it is the legacy of Dave Maki…..he inspired the new hoop and the respect of others.  Just love who he was….is



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12-21-57 to 10-10-10

So, here it is….two years have gone by.  I never could have imagined the journey that started July 2009, where I've gone and where I am now.  Oh, and what I want.  I want Dave to be remembered forever.  I want to smile at the thought of him.  I want to find my way through- I'm getting there.

Here is the post from 10/11/10 about Dave's death.


Have a few minutes to write my thoughts and reflect. Dave started breathing harder around 10 pm. Julie L spent the night with us and we watched some of the Camp David DVD together and chatted with jazz music playing in the background. Around 11:30 pm we turned and rubbed Dave's back and positioned him. I went into the bathroom for a second and Julie called me. As I walked up to the bed, Dave was taking a breath- his color was poor. We held his hands and I kissed his head as he took a couple more breaths. His face was peaceful. Just when this happened, Nikki ran to the front door as if someone was leaving. She stopped and looked around for a minute.... I felt a sense of peace too.

Julie stayed with us and Catherine C-S came back over. The hospice nurse came over about an hour later. She called the funeral home to let them know and took all the "narcotics" they had issued. She was very nice. There was a discussion about the time of death with was 11:55 pm 10/10/10. Since it was 10/11 when she got there, we would go with that date. Julie, Catherine and I thought 10/10/10 was really the date and more fitting for DKM- the nurse agreed. Mike, our neighbor came over with a Mister Edd CD Dave had given him when he was 10 years old. How touching. As we waited for the funeral home to come for Dave, he went and listened to some of it in his car.

Today has been filled with a nap, calls, family and friends. I'll go to the funeral home to complete the plans this afternoon. Per Dave's request, he will be cremated. I will post all info as soon as I know. For sure I know Dave would like any memorials to go to the South Western Michigan Humane Society. More info to come...... Thanks to all who have followed and supported us.

The only thing I can add is: I RAN to Dave's bed when Julie called me, wanting to kiss him goodbye one last time.  Scared I would miss the last moment of warmth in his hand.  I started just holding and massaging his hands the first week we got the diagnosis- wondering how long he'd be with me, memorizing everything about his fingers (including the damaged ones from his snow blower accident when he was in college), preparing for the end.  I know now I started to separate myself from him the last month or so of his life.  I had to to survive.  I will survive.

Thanks as always for all of your love, support and comments.

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It will be two years…….without my CW

I have been experiencing a lot of different emotions lately.  Seems that I am starting to move on with my life.  That's pretty strange.  I read the last few days of the blog from 10/3/10 to 10/10/10 tonight while crying.  I haven't thought of my nickname for Dave "Cancer Warrior" in so long….how I would wake him up chemo days calling him that and singing.  How well he did through chemo the first rounds.  The hard decisions and successes, the disappointments.  It's hard to read how he was failing so quickly, how weak he had become in such a short period.  This post is from 10/3/10:   "My sweet, sweet man is so tired lately. Glad he isn't in pain. We will all take good care of him. "  The morning after the 10/9 party: "Oh, my dreams for Dave came true last night. It was such a gift, honest. Friends and neighbors came over, the movie was playing in the front yard. There was laughter and love surrounding us. Of course there were tears too. I offered to go in with anyone who seemed a little anxious, told them Dave hears him. Many said their goodbyes- some short, some long. Our friend Suzanne brought a lavender satchel to put on Dave's chest, Suzanne and Joni massaged his hands and feet with lavender lotion. It was amazing to see his hands relax. Alison, Catherine C-S, and Beckie took care of me. Suzanne roasted chestnuts, what a great fall snack. We also looked at some older pictures and sang along with Earth, Wind and Fire songs.

We have the medication thing down, although we slept for 4 hours and missed a pain medication dose.  Dave still has a temperature this morning. His hands are so warm, arms are cool. The hospice nurse said this is a normal thing. Our old dog, Audrey is hanging around Dave's bed more. It's a peaceful morning. I'll update later. I cannot thank everyone enough for their love and support." All the love that surrounded him is almost unbelievable.

10/10/12 family and friends will gather at Riverview Cemetery to toast to Dave and then we'll go to Silver Beach Pizza.  Yes Topographic Oceans will play from beginning to end after dinner, hopefully in the backyard with a fire ( and Friday and Saturday night too).  It is tradition now.  I hope everyone will understand my wish to continue this in the future.  Somethings I can't release, somethings will stay with me forever.  Goodnight my CW, it's time.




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The Rollar Coaster

The ups and downs of life....life after loosing Dave.....life trying to move on.  I think I'm the one who doesn't know any of the answers.  I have experienced the lowest of lows and the highest of highs in less than one week.  I have hopes for the future while feeling caution.  There's a good chance I've overreacted in my last post.  Yet, the experience led me to caution...not totally a bad thing.

Suddenly I find it's a little harder to write my feelings down for all to see.  For the moment it is about someone else.  Should I ask their permission?  I think I have to ask, at least inform them.  I've tried to keep names and specifics out of my posts because I understand that my words can impact them.

My goal is to describe the experience of starting over, to continue Dave's story by describing how I move forward.  This includes relationships.  What I know is I am scared to death.  What I know is I also see promise….a possibility……a future? ??????  What I know is I'm thankful to those who follow and listen.  I need your support.  Knowing you are there makes it better.

I am going to survive.  I am going to find more happiness.    


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Let Me Make It Clear - I Don't Get Dating

I don't think I ever really participated in the dating "scene", instead I mostly have had boyfriends. I never went to prom and only went to school dances with girlfriends. I've never dated more than one man at a time.  My first boyfriend was in 2nd grade, short lived as it was.....the trend got it's start at the tender age of seven.  We ate lunch together every day.  I don't remember why we "broke up", just that it happened.  I don't even remember crying about it.  Well, I was only seven.  The next boyfriend I remember was 7th and 8th grade.  Get this, he was a musician.  We ended when my parents divorced and I moved with my mother to St Joe, Michigan. Oh...the next boyfriend (I was in 10th grade)was short lived, older and had been in jail.  NO LIE!  My grandmother and mother about had a COW!  Then I "went with" a trombone player a year older then me for about 2 1/2 years starting my junior year of high school.   The year after that ended I was courted by a young man who was attending Berklee music school in Boston.  He came to St Joe for 2 or 3 summers and played with the municipal band.  One year between 2 of these summers he sent me love notes (hand made) and flowers.  I think I still have the notes.  I talked with him a few times, never went on a date, and finally he gave up.  I wonder where he is now?  Then I started up with a cook at Bill Knapps.  I thought I would marry him.  I'm thinking this relationship lasted about 3 years including a 2 to 3 month break up in the middle and ending with us living together for maybe 1 year.  I was starting nursing school when we broke up.  That was a heart breaker.  During the second year of nursing school I studied with and dated another student,  my previous boyfriend tried to get back together with me, and I reconnected with and started dating Mr. Maki.  We dated for about 1 1/2 years and then married.

28 years later and here I am.....single again.  I don't get it.  Friends with benefits, Match.com, men dating/getting to know more than 1 woman at a time (to be fair I'm sure women do this too).  I don't get it.  Don't lead me on, don't spare my feelings if you're not interested.....DO spare my feelings if your not interested.  One voice inside tells me "don't settle", you deserved to be loved.  The other voice says "you're just cute and no one really wants you".  Take chances/don't get hurt. You need someone/you should stay alone.  Go find someone/ someone will find you.  STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I have cried more today than in the last nine months.  Maybe it's the nearing of 10/10/12- the two year anniversary of Dave's death.  Maybe it's hormonal.  Maybe it's that I can't help feeling I deserve just one little break.  Maybe it's that I put myself out there and feel betrayed.  Maybe it's that I'm overreacting.  I don't get it.


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Remembering and offering

What a day....from sending a message to Dave's family at a reunion I could not attend in Wisconsin to talking to a friend who lost two family members in one month.  Wow!

I felt so strongly about attending the family reunion since I haven't seen many of Dave's extended family since the summer before he was diagnosed.  I was going to fly in a for just a couple days, but couldn't work it out.  So the least I could do was send a message to them tonight.  Hopefully it was a message of remembering, never ever forgetting and yet starting to move on.  There's that phrase again....move on, moving on.....

This afternoon I saw a work friend sitting by herself and stopped to stay "hi".  She is going to the second unexpected funeral in one month.  I never asked her the ages, but I know these family members had be 40 or much younger.  She has young children and is having a hard time deciding whether to take them to a second funeral.  She is struggling.  How can she know the right decision, really?  What if she makes a mistake?  I told her she has permission to make a mistake and not be perfect.  All she can do is her best.  One of her children is having a hard time being away from her and I shared a story I recently heard...  Many years ago a neighbor died suddenly and a mother listened to her young son fret thinking she would leave him too.  She thought about it while cooking dinner and then went to talk to her son.  She asked did he miss her while she was in the kitchen?  "no" Did he know she was still "here" even though she was in the other room?  "yes"   So, she said, I'm always "here" with you even when we're not together.  "ok"

It's hard to talk about death.  Sometimes I feel that friends don't want to talk about Dave - it might make me sad.  Or ask me how I am-  I may cry.  I cry most days, not for long and I occasionally miss a day, but I cry most days.  I miss Dave most days.  I want to talk about him, about his death, about what we went through.  I don't want to hide.  And I'm thankful I got the chance to ask him what he wanted when he died.  I'm know I've been on this soapbox before, but we have to talk about death. It's ok.

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Another Labor Day

As I think about another Labor Day, it becomes very clear that soon it will be 10/10/12.  I know I've said this before, but it feels like an eternity and then like yesterday.  I remember so much of the weekend he died like it was yesterday, yet the two years since are a big blur.  I guess this is all normal.  I have a new friend who lost her husband 2 years ago in August.  She thought the second year anniversary was harder.  I think it's a hard reality that the loss will be deep forever.  I went to a highschool friends father's funeral (really a visitation) last Friday.  Talking to many highschool class mates someone asked "how are you?".  "Coming out of the fog"  I said.

This Labor Day (really Sunday night) I celebrated with friends:  The neighbors Kris, Kevin and Noah, and The Kings and Jason and Ester.  We had two firework shows and a campfire.  The weather was just perfect.  The campfires will continue all fall.  I hope to have a couple get togethers around 10/10/12 ..... of course listening to YES Tales.


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