Beautiful Painful – book about love.
It wasn’t long ago I was that lucky woman who had all her heart desired!
Two strangers accidentally met one night and before I knew it, my dream life was mine — and I was sharing it with Brendan Maloney. I could not have been happier. How do people get that lucky? I don’t know – but I did. I had a gorgeous husband I couldn’t get enough of, two beautiful children and a lovely home at the beach.
We were carefree and oblivious to the fact that change was coming.
Today I am a widow. My husband died, too early, from aggressive cancer. He was 45. My life is very different now. I like to think before our time on earth began, Brendan and I chose each other for our earthly experience, our university of life — knowing it would mean a shorter time together. Of course we chose a shorter time over no time.
My grief began when Bren was diagnosed, and up until August the 31st, 2017, the day he left us, I shared that grief with him. We worked on it together, and as always, we were a great team. He supported me and me him – through the ups and downs of the cancer rollercoaster we were on.
Losing Bren wasn’t shockingly quick like an accident, leaving us to flounder; it was shocking over a long period of time. Watching him fight to stay alive day after day, for three years, only to lose that battle was and still is an unexplainable horror no matter what way we look at it. I would not wish it on anyone. Yet our children endured it.
Bren carried us as far as he could, showing us through his own actions how to move forward when we had to.
We wanted to make sure the kids knew when their dad was gone, it was OK to laugh and be happy about things. They didn’t have to be sad all the time to prove how much they loved him — we had shown him that through our actions our whole lives together. The four of us carry that love eternally. We are forever linked heart by heart.
I assured them that daddy didn’t leave us wondering how much we loved him. And they knew how much he loved us. He would always watch over us, and when he saw us laugh, he would laugh too. Our happiness would always make him happy because it always had.
I talk to Bren all the time and feel his loving guidance clearly. I know he trusts the choices I make, especially where the kids are concerned. We had a strong foundation of solidarity built over many years together, especially when it came to the kids. I still have that to work with. Even so, I miss having him right next to me, physically, and I always will.
Our story together spanned more than 20 years -and although the vignettes shared here focus more on the last three of Brendan’s life, his life was much bigger than that. So I also share memories from the past that family and friends may remember, but Tyra and Baden might not. They are written as I experienced them, from my perspective, in my words. I don’t assume everyone saw things the same way I did.
Ours is a story with a cast of hundreds, many will appear in the following pages, some names and places will be changed out of respect for privacy. Some characters depicted will have traits of two or more people who have shared our lives over the years — to help tell our story.
To each of you who have passed our way, no matter how long the stay — thank you for being there. I will always be grateful for the support of our family, friends and wider community – especially in last three years of Brendans life and the years that have followed for Baden, Tyra and Me.
Everyone has a story – this is ours.