01/24/2026
It’s been 4 months since my husband died, and the emotions that have surprised me most are joy and deep pride.
I wasn’t prepared for that. I expected devastation, anger, or sobbing alone in a dark room like the movies portray. That hasn’t been my experience.
In my husband’s final moments, I watched him see Jesus, and that has been the source of my peace.
For 13 years, Willie fought Leukemia with every ounce of mental, emotional, and physical strength he had. And that was a lot. He was stronger than anyone I’ve ever met, and I mean that literally.
When we met, he was getting into competitive weightlifting. He could bench over 300 pounds and had a goal of 500. I could barely lift the bar, so his strength was baffling and mesmerizing to me.
What stood out most wasn’t just what he lifted, but how he lived. He never counted macros or protein grams. He trained steadily while building our marriage and business, and made extraordinary strength look effortless. When he began lifting 400, then 500 pounds, I almost missed the majesty of it because he made it look easy.
In 2012, he set a California a state and personal record with a 543.3-pound bench press. Thirty days later, a tooth infection led to weakness, falls, and a diagnosis of Acute Myeloid Leukemia.
Our lives changed instantly. We were rushed to Stanford for aggressive chemotherapy in a race to save his life.
His strength continued for 13 years with a bone marrow transplant, relapse, years of chemo and radiation. In the end, his body grew tired. He lost the use of his hands, then his ability to walk.
And still, he made it look easy.
So when he died, I wasn’t surprised by how he did it. We had shifted our focus from physical victories to spiritual promises. Our family was fixed on Jesus, with every breath moving toward Him.
Including his last.
He finished his heaviest bench press. He left cancer behind and stepped into peace with Jesus. I can’t be sad about that.
We miss him more than words can explain. But the pride is real and it isn’t fading. He won, and is still winning, as our family keeps walking together toward Jesus, until we meet again.