The summer before Jennifer died we spent a week at the ocean with her family. At this point Jen had been using a walker for a few months because the cancer had spread to her hip and she was having difficulty walking.

Jen’s legs were getting weaker and she wasn’t sure that she would be able to swim in the ocean, which she loved to do. For the first few days we would walk along the beach and Jen would sit near the ocean’s edge, close enough so that the fading waves would wash over her feet.

After a few days Jen said she would go in the ocean if her sister Laura and I held her hands. It was great and Jen loved the feeling of the waves crashing against her. But I knew this wasn’t enough.

I’ll never forget when Jen said, “Let go.”

It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life… just watching Jen floating in the ocean and having fun. http://www.mywifesfightwithbreastcanc…