My story: Part 1:The funeral from Hell
I am sitting here at 12.30 pm this afternoon and soon it will be 1 year my late wife has gone and become an angel. I am writing this now but I don't know if I will post it though. It is a way to release the unbearable pain and hell of what I have gone through. Yes I know a lot of people have had a lot worse happen but let me tell you a story of the funeral from hell.
My wife died last July 15/04.
Yvonne was a very talented singer and guitarist. She was a very beautiful woman and came within one spot of going to the Miss Canada Pageant at the age of 18 years old. She was 26 yrs old when we met.
She was a beautiful and brave women who had been sick on and off for years. She was tough as nails and very loving. We have 2 beautiful children that were born around mid August /96 and the end of July /99. A beautiful girl and a handsome boy and what wonderful kids they are.
I can still see my beautiful wife's Yvonne face on our wedding day , the day our children were born , the times we made love and the last look from her when she got suddenly sick and died. At around 3pm that fateful Thursday she drove to store to get some power aid drinks and around 5 pm or so she suddenly got really sick.
Within 1.5 hours she would be dead. We lived 110 ( about 68 miles ) km from the hospital. I will never forget racing down the highway following the Ambulance at speeds up to 110 mph. The ambulance crew was doing CPR on her all the way. Just 20 km from the hospital the ambulance slowed down to 75 mph. I dreaded and knew in my heart that she had died but I clung to hope. After waiting for 1 hour at the hospital I got the dreaded news from the doctor.
The worst and hardest thing I had to do in my life was to tell my 2 little children who were 4 & 7 years old at the time. I hugged them and looked in their eyes the next morning and had to tell them that their mommy had died and was in heaven ( that still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it ).
So you may be saying well that is very sad but what are you talking about regarding the funeral from hell. Well after my wife died it started with my mother in-law hitting me at the hospital after my wife died. Of course she was grief stricken for this was the 2nd daughter she had lost plus her 1st husband.
When my late dearly departed wife died her wishes were to be buried where my children and I would move too (another city a 1000 miles away). Her family was 100% against this and fought me everyway they could.
They tried to call child and protection services on me 2 days after my wife passed away and making threats against me and my children. When that did not work they tried to tell the coroner that her death was un-natural.
There was a full Police and Coroner investigation to look into the matter. I remember the Monday that I was driving by the local school and seeing a large criminal investigations unit 48 ft trailer in the school parking lot. I recognized some of the police officers from the coroner investigation the day after my wife died and talking for hours what happened and what she did up to the time she died.
I said to them as I pulled up to the trailer what are you guys doing here. They said well we are glad you stopped by as we have to talk to you some more. I said what are you talking about ? They said their has allegations made against you and we have to investigate your late wife’s death further.
I said that is fine but I have to make arrangements for someone to take care of my kids first and I would get back to them. They said that is fine. The investigation was finished with 24 hours and my children ( the police were worried about a possible kidnapping ) and I ended up under 24 hour police protection as ordered by the coroner for over 5 days. The funeral home where my late wife's body lay was under 24 hour police guard because of threats by her family to abduct her body.
I endured 6 days of hell before the funeral and at the end I had to beg the coroner not to repossess my late wife's remains for protective custody the day of the wake and one day before her funeral.
On the day of the wake ( day before the funeral as per Ojibway custom ) and funeral there were 35 police officers present around the day of the wake and the day of the funeral as ordered by the coroner. A mere 8 hours before my late and dearly departed wife funeral was going to start, I relented and let her be buried in her home community as per her mothers wishes( my wife was North American Indian). I letter found out that their was a riot squad on standby 2 miles away ready to come in and break up any altercation.
I could not fulfill my children’s mother’s wishes because there would have been a fight and altercations during the funeral. I did not want to see my late wife's memory torn asunder in such a vile way. I did not want my young children’s last memory of their mother’s funeral to be of seeing fights.
I made a very hard decision and prayed. I talked to my late wife out loud and I told her I could not fulfill her wishes as I had to put our children’s welfare and mental well being first. What has this to do with Colombia you might ask well I hope to find someday a new wife from their or another Latin American country.
My children want me to be happy and smile again. They always ask me when am I going to get a girl friend and get married again. They want a new mommy here on earth. They have wonderful memories of their mom who is now their guardian angel in heaven. They want a new mom here on earth who will love them , hug them and kiss them. My daughter who is 8 now says she wants to say Yuckkkkk again as she used to say when her mom and I used to kiss a lot.
Now some say why are you looking for a new wife from South America. Well in started when some clients employees who were females last September said they would like to go on a date with me when I was ready. I told them my main priority was my children right now and they said ohhhhhhh you have children. I see. okay well take care and good luck.
That happened 3-4 times and I was pissed off. Anybody that disses my kids and I am not interested in them. Then my cousin who I had not talked with much over the years came back from Colombia and told me about his beautiful Paisa wife from Medellin who he had met here in Canada.
to be continued.
