He made them pancakes for dinner and pizza for breakfast. He told them that they could choose their Halloween costumes months in advance. And he fought harder than I ever imagined, but despite everything, the disease was relentless.
He’d known from the start that the odds were against him. He’d known it when he started recording those stories in his car, preparing for the worst while still trying to give us the best of himself. “I’ll try for as long as I can,” he promised me one night when we were in bed.
“But I’m getting… tired.”
“I know, my love,” I said, gripping his hands under the covers. “Whatever you do, listen to your body, too. Rest when it tells you to.”
Eric passed away in the quiet hours of a winter morning.
I remember the stillness of the house, how empty it felt without him there. Our kids, so young and full of life, didn’t yet grasp the enormity of the loss. But they sat at the funeral, looking glassy-eyed and lost.
Just like me. A few days after the funeral, when the house was filled with the muted sounds of family members and well-wishers, I finally felt ready to listen to those recordings. I went out to his car and took the recorder out of the bag he had left it in.
I scrolled through the files, seeing the familiar titles of the kids’ favorite stories. But then, one caught my eye:
Our Story. I took a deep breath and pressed play.
His voice was warm and steady and filled the space around me instantly. “Once upon a time,” he began. “There was a princess.
She was kind, smart, and braver than any knight in the land. But most of all, she had the biggest heart anyone had ever known.”
I smiled. “One day, she met an ordinary man, just a guy from a village with no title, no riches.
But the moment he saw her, he knew his life would never be the same.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened, his voice wrapping around me like a hug I so desperately needed. “The princess and the man lived many happy years together,” he continued. “Raising a prince and princess together.
And even though the man grew old and weary, he knew that his princess would go on. She would continue to rule their home… with love and strength.”
Eric’s voice faltered on the last words. I could almost imagine his upset face.
“So, my love,” he said softly. “If you’re listening to this, know that you were my fairytale. You turned my ordinary life into something extraordinary.
And even though I can’t be with you anymore, your fairytale must go on.”
It was just what I needed. And now, whenever the days feel too heavy, I listen to Eric’s voice again. And somehow, I can smile again.
What would you have done? Source: amomama
