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In Memory: Misty Ann Iles

August 11, 2010

Anyone who used to be a regular visitor to my blog probably realized that there was a sharp drop-off in posts starting roughly last October. 

In October, my wife, Misty, was diagnosed as having breast cancer.  Unfortunately, it was inflamatory; the most invasive type that one may suffer from.  She appeared to be doing well after a few months of chemotherapy, but the cancer had spread to her brain.  She underwent a couple of months of radiation therapy in addition to chemo treatment, but in April we were informed that her condition was terminal.

Misty continued to fight courageously for the next couple of month and seemed to be improving; however, after a brief trip to Wisconsin in June, she took a turn for the worse.  After a week or so of hospitalization and a week of hospice care, my wife, my best friend, my lover, my parter, finally passed on July 10, 2010.  She was 30 years old.

I don’t write this to attempt to garner any sympathy.  I know my writing style is at times abrassive and bombastic.  I write this because I love my baby.  I miss her deeply, and will continue to do so until God calls me home–whenever that may be.  In the meantime, I will make the best life for our three young children as possible. 

Over the past few months I have had little real interest in politics and current events.  This isn’t  because I don’t care what happens in the world, but rather because I was solely focused on the events of my own life.  Short of President Obama cutting my pay or outlawing my blue jeans, I wasn’t going to interrupt the flow of my own existence to blog.

I plan to begin blogging anew, starting basically immediately.  I love my country; I love my countrymen, be they Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Socialists, Libertarians, or anything else.  I love to write, and I love politics.  Most of all, I love my family and my dearly departed wife, Misty Ann Iles.  She wasn’t into politics nearly as much as I am, but she will kick my arse when I see her again if I don’t try to do the things that I love.

So here goes:  I love you all and I love you, Misty.  God rest your soul ’til we meet again.

Michael David Iles

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