When the unexpected happens: Remembering Travis aka Daddy

As many of you know Travis and I had been separated for the better part of 2018. However when he nearly died from DKA, we decided to see what the future had in store. We had the best 12 weeks of our marriage from Jan-March 2019. The new medicine I was on helped me be the loving and patient wife and mom that I wanted to be. It helped with the focus and helped us grow closer. In February during Dacotah's seizures we realized just how much we needed each other and everything was perfect. We never argued or fought. Travis was so excited about getting healthy so we could travel this summer. It was 100% without a doubt the best time of our lives together.

The weekend of our 6th anniversary we went to Mebane to visit Wes and his family along with mamaw Jean. For the first time ever everyone was happy, laughing, and enjoying wonderful time together. We had no idea what laid just ahead. For our anniversary Travis and I had take out and he got me a new jacket, I got him a new belt and wallet case. We got home late that Sunday evening.

Three short days later I was at karate, Travis went to play basketball with his guys over in East Stone Gap, it was the one day a week that we got a sitter so we could do our own things with our friends. I was in a weak signal area, and when I looked at my phone I had 18 missed calls everyone between the fire chief to his work had called. I didnt' recognize any numbers other than the fire chief's and just thought someone had mistakenly left the office door again. My heart told me something worse. I called his friend Jarrett back to find out that my husband had died on the basketball court. WHAT??? He was fine earlier, I had left him playing at home with the kids, how???

My karate instructor drove me to the hospital, my boss met us in the lobby, and as the nurse came up to tell me she was sorry, I bluntly said Don't touch me, don't hug me I have Asperger's just let me see him. My heart ached for the one my soul longed for, till death do us part does not prepare us to say goodbye.

Telling his mom was hard, I cannot imagine what she had to be feeling but I felt so helpless not being able to hug her, I knew from a wife's point of view it was a hard thing I had to face and tell his family. The absolute hardest was walking into our home and telling our children that daddy wasn't coming home again. Our oldest just hugged me and sobbed. Our son, looked at me when we went to get his car from the gym "where's daddy", Do you see the moon? "Yes", Daddy lives up there in Heaven now. "How did he get up there", well son, God gave your daddy angel wings. "You mean my daddy is a real live super hero". Yes son, he is watching over us forever.

Next was figuring out how to plan a funeral, I had planned my mom's, helped with my aunt's, but this was different this was my husband. Even now as I write this nearly two months later I am shaking from the anxiety of losing him. So I sat down and wrote him an obituary one that told his story ...*It has been edited to maintain privacy of our family*

Well since you are reading this it must mean that I have gained my super hero powers, least that's what my surviving son, told his mom, and his sister. It was a typical Wednesday night March 20, 2019, I was playing basketball (2nd only to golf) with the guys at the local gym, when I was pulled from the ballgame by the Angel of Death and met my Creator. He met me at the gate and beside Him my loving dad was waiting to show me around these streets of gold. You have no idea how awesome this place is, but they need to change the colors to DUKE Blue and UT Orange. Okay, they said I have to get serious so here goes. I left this world for my promised eternal life March 20, 2019. I leave behind my loving wife, my daughter, and my son . My mother. My brother and his wife along with my two favorite nephews. I leave behind a lot of wonderful family, friends, and my golf clubs. My friend better use them wisely. 

Blessings to all, see you on the other side! - "Pickell"

His graveside service was special in that he wanted bag pipes with Amazing Grace played, the kids wanted sparklers to celebrate their daddy, so that's what we had done, we had a celebration of his life. The kids and I, along with our extended family thank everyone for reaching out to us and for being there during the most difficult time of our lives.