A man is hard to find. 

A man in the sense of who I would classify as someone like my father. A man who still holds my mother’s hand while they walk along the backdrop of closed mall stores in the morning. A man who caresses my mother’s back while she talks incessantly about the dangers of green onions. A male with strength, love, the desire and action to take care of his family and the people he loves. 

I will admit it, I sometimes wonder if men like my dad are long gone. You glimpse hints of them in friends and boyfriends but never the whole package - not yet. Until now. While Jo has been struggling for her survival, her husband has been fighting a battle that only others in the same situation could even come close to comprehending. While the drips in her hospital room have kept her under the realms of reality for the past three weeks, Mickey has endured it all: awake and aware of the present dangers that came in like waves and shattered good news that were delivered only minutes before. Repeating diagnosis to family and close friends, never wavering in his tone or his positivity. He walked through the frustration, the unknown and the fear of ultimately losing the love of his life.

The past days have been wonderful days. She is slowly coming out of the red zone and entering the recovery zone. Mickey’s strength along with all of your energy and love aided her during this time. Still, I wanted to take a moment and document what we have witnessed. Mickey Curbishley is a man in all of the senses and definitions that the word “man” deserves. 

He is a man that loves Jo and a man that we are all blessed to know.