Here's what else it notes: Purmort's "long, entertaining stories." A high school band. A college degree. A job with Colle + McVoy, a Minneapolis agency. A son, Ralph, who will "will grow up to avenge his father's untimely death."
"I've never laughed and cried more in one sitting," Nora wrote on her blog, My Husband's Tumor, "but I’m so glad we got to do this."
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The night we met, Aaron slid on his knees across a dance floor to deliver two beers to @lillyj3 and me. I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. On our first date, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor during the Mayer Hawthorne show at The Varsity. As a gangly Caucasian girl, being forced to dance in public is basically a form of assault, but he made me laugh, spun me in circles and under his arm, and I didn't care if anyone was looking at me. Do you understand what I'm saying? He made me literally DANCE LIKE NOBODY WAS WATCHING. He was a living, breathing decorative sign from TJ Maxx. This photo is from Lil and Alex's wedding, when we took turns wearing #ralphiegrams in the Ergobaby and burned up the dance floor all night long (10:30 PM). It's perfect. Thank you for capturing this, Justine. And thank you Aaron for making me dance.
I'm not sure if an obituary can be charming (I guess that's the right word for this?); but then again, it's your obituary, it can be whatever you want it to be, I suppose. And Purmort's is funny and warm, creative and bright. It even mentions Gwen Stefani. Apparently it made his wife laugh, at least, and how many obituaries can do that?
“There is so much beauty if you can face the hard part of life, " Nora told the Star Tribune. "And I learned that from Aaron."
According to the Daily Mail:
Nora said: 'Living with cancer is no battle -- you show up and hope you don't die is the battle.'What sets Aaron apart is not just the obituary but literally the entire way he lived his life. He had this unbridled joy about him.'We spent so much time in hospital, where mostly other people are in terrible moods and feel sorry for themselves, and Aaron didn't feel spend one second of his entire 35 years on earth feeling sorry for himself.'When we were writing this we were laughing so hard, we had to take some parts out. ... We had so much fun these past three years.'A lot of the stuff we went through was pretty terrible but it didn't feel as bad as it looked'.
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I wrote this note for Aaron as I left for work the morning after he took his first chemo pills. He handled it like a champ, but wasn't feeling great. I left this on the counter next to a green juice. For our first anniversary (paper), he bought me an iPad mini and loaded an iBook that was scans of every love note we'd left one another. This one, though, was stuck in his wallet, for 3 years. For one thing, I'm impressed with the adhesive on this tiny Post-It brand Post-It. For another, I will need someone to raise our son for me because when I found this I dropped dead. Free relationship advice: buy a pack of Post-It™ notes and leave it in the kitchen. Leave each other a note. Something nice, something funny. Something tangible. I know there are more treasures like this to find, more evidence of that awesome love that will keep surprising me. #RIPBigPurm
And Nora Purmort has for some time been documenting her husband's illness on her blog, including this post, which details his first seizure.
"My mother is excellent in times of tragedy," she wrote. "She doesn’t believe in hysteria, and as my body warms up and I start to breathe a little heavier she stops me short of choking on my own sobs as we pull up in front of the dark doors of the Emergency Room.
" 'Go in there and be a woman,' she says. And even though I’m not sure quite how to do that, I open the car door and go."