I wish each one of you who is reading this could have known my sweet Vickie.
She was the kindest, gentlest, classiest, most compassionate, giving and loving
Sadly, she left us and went home to Heaven today…years before it should have been her time to go.
I met her when she was only 19-years old and married to the guitar player in my band. They divorced, she moved back to her home state of Michigan, and then to Washington, D.C., where she married again and lived for seventeen years. We didn’t stay in touch, but when that marriage collapsed, she moved back to Tennessee to be near her two sons. The day she got to town, my picture was on the front page of our local morning newspaper.
She saw it, and it prompted her to call me and ask how my former wife, Becky, and I were doing. She did not know that we, too, had gone our separate ways ten years earlier.
We talked a long while, made arrangements to get together at a nearby Mexican restaurant, and that was almost twelve very short and very wonderful years ago. We never married, we never lived together, but she became my everything from that moment forward.
When she was first diagnosed with cancer in 2016, it rocked both our worlds. Neither of us could believe it. I wrote a song for her, telling her that I would walk with her through the darkness, “Until The Light Comes On Again.” And the light did come on again for a while. She went through chemotherapy and radiation and was able to go back to work (she was the head tailor at the finest men’s store in Nashville), and we thought the worst was behind us. Unfortunately, cancer had other ideas.
It reappeared in the form of tumors on her liver and her lung. More chemo…experimental drugs…holistic procedures…we tried anything and everything to try and keep it at bay. On New Year’s Eve, when I took her to the hospital for what was supposed to have been another routine treatment, the doctor said she was too weak to withstand any more side effects from the powerful drugs they had been giving her. They ruled out surgery. Four days later Hospice was called in.
She took her last breath on this earth sometime between one and three a.m. this morning…and her first breath in Heaven shortly thereafter.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was 15-years younger than me. The roles were supposed to have been reversed. She was supposed to be sitting at the side of MY bed feeding ME soup and ice cream, not the other way around. I have a lot of faith and I believe God’s hand is in everything that happens in this old world, BUT
The first thing I’m going to do when I get to Heaven
Rest In Peace my sweet, wonderful, beautiful, and oh so special lady. I will miss you forever.