Some of your family will be walking in the Lustgarten Pacreatic Cancer Walk this
Sunday, 10-14-2012, in your memory. We are hoping for a beautiful morning at
Jones Beach. But, if it isn't.... "Oh Well" ...as you would say!!!
We love and miss you, your sense of humor, wise sayings, your unique voice and
your smile.
Love,
All of US
I remember a great hug I got from James after I went to The Statue of Liberty with him, his daughter and his wife. He was a warm and friendly soul and would always say what was on his mind. RIP in heaven James
May our "Cool"
Brother James Rest In Peace
The childhood memories we shared will always be a special part of our lives. Your unique sense of humor kept all of us on our toes.
All Our Love,
The Magnificent Seven minus One
My husband James F. Cuite passed on due to metastasis pancreatic cancer on March 30, 2005 after a year of “trying to win the fight” as he said, with the cancer. We were married two and half years when he passed. Almost five years to the day of our relationship. For almost a year before we found each other I prayed every day to God, “Thank you God for bringing me my soul mate to love . . . when you think I’m ready”. I felt something amazing was coming my way shortly before we found each other.
James and I went through an emotional, spiritual journey in the five years we spent together. We met in a fellowship, fell in love, he supported me through a year of losing almost 100 lbs. James only child Veronica became a part of my life (the daughter I always wanted), he proposed, we married in the Catholic Church, and had a beautiful wedding with family, fellowship, and other friends from work. We had a wonderful marriage, experienced all the highs and lows.
Almost a year and half after our wedding, I walked around with very uneasy feelings and finally had a few nights of bad dreams about Cancer. I had been insisting James quit smoking, reminding him both parents died of lung cancer, his response was “well you have to die of something” this of course would send me into a spin. James then complained of back pain (never complained of anything physically before). I cried out loud, “you have cancer”. The next day I called his doctor insisting he test James for Cancer, “I just know he has Cancer, you must find it!” The doctor wasn’t moving on it, so I got James to go to my Chiropractor who validated something was wrong from the radiating pain, took a full body x-ray, and sent it with James to his doctor. The doctor sent James to a specialist who found the Cancer spread from the pancreas to the liver and kidney.
James had a fighting spirit and never gave up. When James was in the early stages of his process, he said with his funny East Rockaway, Tennessee, Northern California accent “Now, little girl, I don’t want you to gain your weight back to keep men away, I want you to get married again” Of course this freaked me out. Later, after he passed, my priest explained James said that because he truly loved me. James was a wonderful, funny, loving, caring man who loved to help anybody he could.
We went thru the cancer process together with family, dear friends and those we met along the way. We went through hospice at home, and he finally passed in my arms. I remember avoiding the booklet they gave about the last hours. I finally felt ready, read it and fell asleep with James wrapped in my arms. Something woke me gently, things felt quiet, I leaned, looked into James quiet face and experienced those last breaths, I begged, “Oh James, Oh Honey, Oh God, Its OK, God’s got you, I Love You”. I stopped myself from saying “don’t go” After the last breath I saw his pupils dilate to the most beautiful blue I had ever seen. I saw what serenity looked like.
When I talk to new people in my life about James, they seem thrown off by the seeming unfairness. I tell my belief. How many women know who their guardian angel is? I do. God gave me the gift of meeting, loving, marrying and holding my guardian angel until someone else walked him over to heaven. Now he is able to help anyone he wants to, he can soar and be free, he can whisper in the ear of an addict and help them get into the rooms, he can be there for all the people he loves, he got to meet Jesus and see his parents, family, and dear friends who passed. A proof of God’s love to me is my beloved husband James.
