They met through the internet, a chat to be precise. She trusted him everything, even the fact that she wanted to divorce her husband, for he was violent & raging all the time. He told her that if she was unhappy with her marriage she should divorce. It took them five years to meet in person, she’s from Puerto Rico, he was from Malaysia. Two years went by since they met, when they got married. He moved to Puerto Rico & started working to sustain a family of five members. Until the first year, nobody knew he had cancer, she went through all the pain he was suffering, she went with him to every medical meeting & stayed with him through the chemos. He went back to his country. It took her three months to decide she was going to “visit” him, she was planning to stay there two months. The week before leaving, she received a phone call from his parents telling her that he died. He died under some curious circumstances, he was saying her name, asking her to get there quickly for he wanted to see her. She is my mom, he was my stepdad.
Everything they went through [their pains, their battle, their happiness, their love] still pains me because he’s no longer with her, but I see that what they had was neverending, faithful, true love.
by mrs-panick