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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!

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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.

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Happy Birthday

Today would have been Al's 59th birthday.

I have found that his birthday is the hardest day for me. It was most definitely the hardest "first" and it is proving to be the hardest second. I think it is because birthday's are the celebration of earthly life and they just point out that his is over. I may have voiced this theory before on this forum.

But this year, the grief is softer. The memories of birthday celebrations past don't dissolve me into anguished sobbing. No, they make me smile. The gun totin', tough teddy-bear cake that so accurately portrayed Al. That was his 50th. The year I gave him a one-way plane ticket to Albuqurque. The look on his face was priceless! One-way???? It was his 40th. He had never flown. He wanted to. I decided it was time he did. So the girls put him on the plane here while I drove to Albuquerque to pick him up at the airport. We spent several lovely days in the New Mexico mountains billing and cooing. Or the year his boss gave him a gift certificate to a seafood restaurant in Colorado Springs and we all tried things we'd never had before - even me. That was his 35th. We all laughed until we cried. One of my favorite memories!

I was privileged to help him celebrate 42 birthdays. Forty-two. Not nearly enough.

Happy birthday, babe! I love you and miss you more than you know! More than I ever thought possible!