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The Moment the World Stopped… My wife Linda and I had been together for twenty years and were raising two teenage daughters when we received some of the worst news any couple will ever hear in their lifetimes: her sudden frequent bouts of what we had believed to be pneumonia were actually symptoms of advanced pulmonary fibrosis (PF). No matter how courageously she fought, how much she exercised, or how hard we prayed, and bargained, and tried, it was clear that PF would win the battle. We had to get ready. We had to get the kids ready. We texted the kids that we would be home later. Intuiting what was really going on, Kerry replied, "This is it, isn't it, Mom? Mama's really dying now." Our hearts broke reading her words. There was no protecting ourselves or our girls from Linda's approaching death. This was really happening. To us, Jill and Linda. Someday not too far off, I would just be Jill again. What would that even mean anymore, after decades of being half of a loving, committed couple who'd built a life together? I was about to find out.