July 16, 2008
Tony Snow's death packed a particularly hard punch to my gut this week. Because during the past year, Tony had been warmly and graciously corresponding with my precious wife Denise, who had also been battling cancer. When Tony found out about her diagnosis, he asked for her email address so they could exchange words of inspiration and advice.
They did. And she relished every word. Here was my wife, a frustratingly liberal-leaning woman and wife of a conservative radio host, sharing a bond with a fellow cancer fighter, one of the giants of conservatism. It was proof that a life-threatening disease is the great equalizer, a reminder that there are more important things than Democrats and Republicans. Denise loved Tony. She admired his faith, his optimism, and his "live-for-the-moment" approach to life.
I imagine right about now, they are arguing politics face-to-face. Because my beloved died almost two weeks ago.
Like most married couples, Denise and I had a bunch of little rituals. One of mine was to say the exact same thing every single night that we turned out the lights to go to bed. I literally didn't sleep very well if I didn't say it to her.
"Good night, my princess. Sleep safe."
I saw Mike on the O'Reilley show one night. He appeared with his wife and they chatted a bit about their political differences. Throughout the entire discussion, the smile never left his face because he was so obviously devoted to his wife. And now she's gone. I hope to God that I never, ever get to know such pain.
Mike at Cold Fury is all too well acquainted with such horror. Whether or not he posts about it again, I'm certain that he'd appreciate any well wishes that you'd like to send his way.
Posted by: GM Roper at July 17, 2008 09:57 PM (S60yG)
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