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Sadly, this is an easy answer that comes in three stages.On June 8, 2017, my healthy husband went to the ER very early in the morning. He had been experiencing pain on his right side for a few weeks. Went to our family doctor. Thought it was a gall stone. Scheduled an ultrasound for August. But the pain was just getting to be too much so he made his way to the ER that day. Blood work was done that showed nothing out of the ordinary but still this ER doc felt that something wasn’t right. It was a slow morning and so he sent my husband up for a CT Scan of his right side. Within an hour the results were back. My husband had Stage IV lung cancer that had already spread around his heart and gone into his liver. The excruciating pain was the tumour going through his diaphragm. The doctor immediately enrolled him in the CancerCare program. He allowed us to go home that night if we promised to come back the next morning for another chest scan, plus a brain scan and lung biopsy. June 9, we found out that we were facing lung/liver and now brain cancer. His lung tissue had gone necrotic making the biopsy a really painful procedure. The doctor could not believe that my husband had actually walked into the ER on his own - the tumour and damage was that devastating. Although I did not find out till later - my husband was given one month to live that day.So we go home - stunned. The news is devastating. Our daughter knows that Daddy is sick and that the doctors found tumours. We decide since he will be starting chemo and radiation that we will take her out of school. So the first time was telling our nine year old daughter that she was going to be home with us because Daddy has cancer. This was so incredibly hard. She cried for about twenty minutes but she’s nine - so after crying - she came up with a plan on saving Daddy.The Oncologists later tell us that he has 3–6 months with no treatment and 6–12 months with treatment - but miracles happen everyday!Radiation starts at the beginning of July - 15 rounds - plus gamma knife surgery for the five brain tumours. A little break - then aggressive chemo. More tests. MRIs, CTs, bloodwork - and we have our miracle. All the tumours have shrunk by over 50% and all but one is gone from his brain. We are overjoyed! Our oncologist said we have added significant time to your life! We celebrate. Many people have been made aware of our fight but now we let everyone know and share our great news! This is October.During all of this we are together as a family 24/7. Our daughter is a huge support and beacon of hope. She lights up our world and she is the reason my husband continues to fight so hard.We have a great start to the winter. Meanwhile, my husband starts to show some side effects to the chemo. It’s become toxic so we have to stop one drug but we will continue with the other. We have a great Christmas together and start to the New Year.In February I start to notice little changes that only I would see. Confusion, covering the confusion with jokes, then paranoia, the list goes on. Things deteriorate very rapidly and one night we have a conversation, and I realize, in that moment,that we have lost this fight and that soon I will lose the love of my life. The very next morning I am on the phone to our oncologist. More tests and the news is grim. The cancer has taken over and is growing faster than the chemo can kill the cells.That visit started the downward spiral. It was March 20, 2018. My husband was sent right from CancerCare directly to the ER. That was 10 days in the hospital. The doctors and nurses stabilized him and we got to bring him home. The oncologist wanted to try one more chemo drug - he still had hope - he is an amazing doctor.But it was not to be. My husband was home about a week when again things went bad and I had to have him taken by ambulance again to the hospital. When I arrived he was unsure of his surroundings and completely confused. A friend took my daughter for donuts while I spoke with the doctor. The tumours were going incredibly fast now. There were numerous brain tumours, all of his ribs on his right side were broken, and the worst for me was hearing that his spine was fractured, all from the pressure of the tumours. I was told that death was very near.My daughter came back from her walk and we sat on the ER floor, it was April 8, 2018. I told my beautiful nine year daughter that Daddy wasn’t going to win his fight and that we were going to lose him. The screams of denial and no will stay with me forever. Having to hold her as she yelled at me angrily that her Daddy wasn’t going to die - it brings tears to my eyes now.We brought my beautiful husband home on April 9, and he spent his last days with us as I took care of him. I will forever cherish those days.On the morning of April 15, 2018 at 11:45am he took his last breath. We had been up most of the night before because he was starting to transition to his final hours. Thankfully my little girl was so tired, she slept as her hero Daddy took his final breath.After he died, I woke up my daughter and had to tell her that Daddy was gone. She was dazed but she wanted to see him. I took her over to him, and gave her a little warning about what she might see. She was so brave. She gave him a kiss and told her Daddy how much she loved him and that she would never forget him.Five days later, she celebrated her tenth birthday.Edit:Thank you all for the support and beautiful comments. Thank you for allowing me to share my story. We are OK. Not great, but OK. We are working every day towards our new normal as the Dynamic Duo. I think I sat down and wrote this because November 26 was my husband’s birthday and I was probably still kind of raw from that.My daughter is an amazingly talented girl. We used her art as a watermark on my husband’s funeral insert with the poem “Footprints” on it. She uses her art and computer skills as her coping mechanism. After school on Monday she sat down and made this photo, all by herself, because I have NO clue how to!I love this girl with my whole being! ❤️Update: August 2019To all the wonderful Quora readers who have upvoted and commented such beautiful words - thank you all again. It’s amazing how uplifted someone can feel by the kind words of strangers.My little girl is preparing to go back to school (Grade 6!) and I’ll go back to work after 2.5 years (September 23).Thank you all again. ❤️

I was adopted into a family where the two biological children cut off ties with their mother and father. As soon as I graduated high school, I moved out immediately and cut off ties with them also.My “mother” would always tell me, even when I was just a small child, “Those kids aren’t getting anything in my will!!”It was not only totally inappropriate for her to be discussing those matters with a small child, but it also reinforced to me just how broken her emotional state was, and likely still is.If your children have cut off ties with you, they likely do not care about you leaving your belongings or money to them after you leave this world. There is something else they very much wanted from you that you are likely unable to provide emotionally.It’s not “bad behavior” to set personal boundaries with a parent. I wonder if you have any insight at all into why your children might have done this, and what you could do to understand their feelings. That’s what I would be asking, not “how do I creatively leave them out of my will.”

My second husband and I got married in 2007. This celebration was held in a banquet room, and was a smaller wedding filled with family and close friends.Right after I walked down the aisle to the front to meet my husband-to-be, and the officiant began speaking….all of a sudden there was this little, tiny voice jubilantly shouting “Happy Birt-dayyy! Happy Birt-dayy!!” My niece, who at the time was two, was running down the aisle with arms wide open to give me a big hug. She’d never been to a wedding before (that I know of), and the sight of her aunty in a pretty dress with beautiful flowers must have struck a chord in her darling thoughts. Such a pretty, party dress and flowers must mean birthday!Her mom (my sister-in-law) was trying to grab her, but I just gave her a big hug!! I thought it was the sweetest, most adorable thing ever. After our hug, she ran back to her seat, and the rest of the ceremony continued on with business as usual.So maybe not overly “strange,” but certainly unusual, and the absolute sweetest interruption I’d ever seen at a wedding.