Rachelle Maynard

To the love of my life. My Pickle. My Pigeon. My God Damn Muffin. We love you so much, forever.

March 26, 2024

I stare blankly at my screen not knowing how to tell people that you passed away this morning at 3:40am. I want to say the right words. I want to tell them how hard you fought for all of those years. I want to tell them how much you loved Jones, how you made every second of his life magical.

I want to tell them how you asked me if there was anything you could do when I cried in your arms just the night before last. How could you be thinking about my tears in the face of death? You suffered so hard, you suffered so bravely and so true. You used every last ounce of energy to build up the people around you.

And as I lay next to your body, you were still warm, but you were no longer breathing. Your son, calling out your name as he held your hand. Your sister, your parents, Kevin, my parents, all around you, holding you one last time. You have my heart. You were so loved. We will look for you in the oceans, as you said to Jones one night before bed, “I’ll see you in your dreams, I’ll come to you as a crazy octopus eating ice cream.”