It's been a long and hard nine months since I lost my wife of thirty two years to Pancreatic Cancer. The last couple of months leading up to her passing were hard for the both of us. She was so full of life and loved to shop and go to concerts, but over time she became weaker and weaker and just couldn't do much anymore. Then toward the end of September it was clear that she was on her way out. All of the family surrounded her as she lay in bed and re-assured her that they would be o.k and to just let go and let God. God came to take her early in the morning on the 22nd. The noise of her oxygenation machine woke me up. I was frightened by the expression on her face with eyes wide and her tongue sticking out. I reached over and felt for a pulse, but there wasn't one. She was very cold. It was just after three in the morning so I turned over and tried to get a few hours rest before I called hospice to come and pronounce a time of death and to get her ready for a funeral home to come and take her. Fortunately my next door neighbor worked for a local Funeral Home so he was able to take her to the home where he worked once the hospice nurse finished getting her ready and pronounced the time of death.
The Funeral home did a wonderful job and we had a wonderful service of remembering her. According to her wishes she was cremated and I have her ashes. I gave little steel vessels filled with her ashes to her children and grand-children on a chain they could ware around their necks.
I had a friend move in with me shortly after my wife's passing. She had recently lost both her parents she was taking care of and was about to become homeless. I told her she was more than welcome to come and live with me and we could help each other grieve and support one another. We had been internet friends for 19 years so it was a natural fit. We are both switches but as I found out shortly after she moved in she was more of a Dom'me than a sub. That was fine with me. In the beginning we had fun spanking each other playing out some scene's where I would be Daddy and she was the bad teenager or she was the Mommy and I was the bad teen aged boy. In the beginning I was able to feel a lot of emotions which would come to the surface so it was easy to shed tears. But as the weeks and months have passed it's become harder to do that. Fortunately she can tell when I am antsy enough to know that I need some stimulation in order to bring the emotions up and tears to the surface. So she sits on the couch or on the bed. She takes my pants and undies down to bare my bottom and then applies the four fingered tawse, a wide black leather belt, and a bath brush to make my tush nice and red and bring the emotions and tears to the surface so I can get the stress relief I need. The spanking takes about a half hour sometimes longer butt it is the most effective way for me to get the stress relief I need.