Originally Posted by WhoDat!656 (Post 980564)

Sorry for your loss!

I lost my wife of 20 years July 4th last year to lung cancer; there hasn't been a day since then that I haven't cried.

I have always wondered what happened in Heaven that day that God needed my Angel to fix it?

Originally Posted by dizzle88 (Post 980565)

So sorry to hear this Boston.

Please don't ever feel the need to apologize for something like this, it's not even remotely selfish.

We are all human and sometimes just talking about things brings us some form of comfort in difficult times.

Please feel free to tell any stories you wish about your family, it's nice to learn a little more about people we converse with daily.

Originally Posted by Boston Saint (Post 949865)

Sorry if this sounds selfish or narcissistic, but I need to say this to vent. Sadly, The Saints lost a great original fan today. My mother, born and raised in New Orleans, passed away today after a losing battle with non-viral pneumonia-like symptoms at the age of 85. She was a prototypical Louisiana lady of class and character who loved and rooted for the Black and Gold since day one. She was a pious, caring woman who cared for her family and was honestly the nicest person I’ve ever encountered in my life (and I can produce witnesses to back that up!).

Anyway, I am again sorry if this seems self-centered to post here. Maybe (hopefully) it’s the beginning of a long healing process for me. I just wanted/needed to let people know that Heaven gained a new Saints fan today and I thank God she got to see at least one SB Championship for her team.

Thanks All.

Edit: She repeated this poem by William Bryant on her hospital bed before passing. I’d like to pass it on

“So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."