Rachael Weaver August 22nd, 1969 - March 19th, 2010
This doesn’t happen very often. I feel the need and want to say something, but I don’t know what to say.
On Thursday I had my 42nd birthday. It was by any measure a great day.
On Friday my ex-wife, the 40-year-old mother of my beautiful girl, lost her battle with Lyme disease.
In many ways we were opponents in life. We battled for six years during our marriage and then, as young parents often do, we battled over our daughter.
Jess was 5 when we split. She’s 21 now. This spectacular creature I cherish more than each breath was conceived during a period of very young, very passionate love. And that is how she lives her life, passionately and with mountains of love. She is one-half her mother and I can’t help but be grateful for that.
As much as we fought, as fierce as our battles were, I’m still torn up. It’d be convenient to say I’m torn up because my daughter is torn up and that’s certainly true. But it’s more than that. There’s guilt in there. There’s my own personal loss as well. I spent six years with this woman.
And now she’s gone.
She doesn’t get to grow old.
She won’t see Jess graduate from college.
She’ll never meet her fiancé or watch her walk down the aisle.
She’ll never see the gorgeous grandchildren Jessie will create.
She’s going to miss so much.
Rachael, you were one of the fiercest of all creation’s creatures. May you ride your wildest fantasies across the oceans of forever. Sleep well under the stars tonight. The journey tomorrow is a long one.
Posted by Casey Freeland at 17:46