CaringBridge Is Funded by People Like You

Make a donation to CaringBridge

Honor Al with a tax-deductible contribution to CaringBridge today.

Click here to make your donation.

Al’s Story

Welcome to our CaringBridge website. We've created it to keep friends, family, and all prayer warriors updated about Al Garrett. Get started by reading the introduction to our website, My Story.

We invite you to visit often to read the latest journal entries, visit the photo gallery, and, most especially, to write us a note in our guestbook. Seeing your posts encourages and uplifts us. We covet your prayers and would love to see them in print if you feel led to do that. We invite you to share the site and Al's situation with as many as you know will pray! The more the better!

Thanks for stopping by!

Saturday, May 26, 2012, 2:00am

"Mr. Garrett, you do have cancer."

I (Gina) expected that. Had been nagging him to get checked for several months. Had begun being afraid to go in the house after work because I was afraid I would find him dead. Still, shock reverberated through every fiber of my being. Cancer. Not just any cancer, bile duct cancer. Metastasized. My mouth was saying "We're going to beat this!" my heart was saying "God, how can You allow this! He's going to die!"

Spring, 1970

A skinny 13-year-old girl walks into the teen Sunday School class at Dellview Church of the Nazarene in San Antonio, TX. A big, burly 14-year old boy thinks "good legs!" And the love story began. By that summer, we were "going steady" and have been together ever since. We have raised two beautiful daughters, seen both married, one divorced and remarried, fallen in love with our fine, strong sons-in-law, seen three precious grandchildren born. We have walked through the valley of death with three of our four parents. We have experienced the ecstacy of first love, the angst of the first fight, the delirium of making up, the "seven-year itch" when we wondered who that stranger was, the work of pushing through, and the delight of finding each other again. We have watched with joy our babies be born and cried with the ones that didn't make it. We have loved each other through the good times and persevered through the tough ones.


We now find ourselves at the worst of times. We depend on God, on each other, and, delightfully, on the many family members and friends who are battling with us! We welcome you and your extended friends and family to walk with us as we learn the lessons and see the blessings and miracles God has in store! Shout the battle cry loud and long - BEAT CANCER! BEAT CANCER! BEAT CANCER!

January 28, 2013

Al lost his battle with Cholangeocarcinoma, bile duct cancer, at 4:59pm. He is well at last.

Latest Journal Update

Mad at God

I'm mad at God today. I really am.

I had a crying jag today at lunch that I had a hard time getting under control and was a few minutes late getting back to the office.

I cried. And I anguished. And I told God I was mad at him! I told Him I didn't think Al had been treated fairly. Nor had I. Nor had our children. Or grandchildren. And it made me mad.

I told Him the loneliness is almost unbearable. I am in the third week of a new job and I thought it would help with that. It has not. In some ways, it has made things worse. I am lonelier than ever because now I know. The "crowd" will never help. Because I will never be "all-in-all" to them. Nor they to me. Now I must face the house-that-is-not-a-home emptiness every night. It is more pronounced after work than after running errands during the day. Because he should be there at the end of the day. I often just sit in my car for a while when I get here just to avoid going in.

Al's birthday is just over two weeks away. I used to love birthdays. I no longer do.They are the hardest days. Sad reminders.

I wonder if it will ever stop. Will I ever stop crying completely? Ever stop being lonely? Ever stop missing him? I will always love him, I know, but will there always be these times of intense anguish?

I think so. And it makes me mad!

I'm so glad God can take our anger!

In my distress I called to the Lord; I called out to my God. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came to his ears. 2 Samuel 22:7 NLT