This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write, except for a private post I did earlier today on Facebook. I wouldn’t normally make something like this public, but I have no choice – it’s bound to get out sooner or later. If I don’t speak now, speculation will become fact.
So here’s the truth – my wife, Jane Elizabeth Gingras, passed away on May 21, 2026 after a battle with cancer. Jane was British, born and raised in London, England. We met in Palm Springs in 2005, were friends for two years, then started dating in 2007, and got married in 2008.
We had no children. Instead, we filled our years with worldwide travel, lots of adventures in/around Arizona (and England/Europe), and we later found joy being Aunt Jane and Uncle David to my sister’s three kids.
For all the speculation about us getting divorced, we remained married until her death on Thursday. I guess that means I’m now a widower and will never have to say I’m divorced. I’m not sure one word is any less terrible than the other.
Due to this unfathomable loss, I will be offline for the foreseeable future. I cannot think of anything less important than typing boring arguments about the Arizona Bar’s crusade against me.
The really hard part is that Jane had dozens of extremely close friends. You’ve never met a person more widely-loved by everyone around her.
I’ve spent hours on the phone talking to everyone, sharing the sad news, remembering stories of all the fun we had, crying harder than there are words for. The sheer number of friends means I’ve now had that same conversation so many times, I can’t bear another call. My head is pounding.
All Brits are private by tradition; it’s called being discrete. But Jane was exceptionally private, even for a Brit. That’s why I never shared anything about her…or at least as little as possible. That was her wish, and I respected it.
Now that she’s gone, as part of my grieving, I wanted to share just a couple photos to give you a sense of who she was – the most beautiful British chick you ever met, who gave up a dream life in London to marry a stupid, rowdy American. Jane became a U.S. citizen, but her blood was always British royal blue.
Goodbye, my sweet Jane. Thank you for the 18 years and more love and memories than could fit into 18 lifetimes. Until we meet again…
Love,
Your Heartbroken Husband David 💔💔💔💔
P.S. If they have YouTube/Spotify in heaven, I’m dedicating this song to you: https://youtu.be/Qg5YQvWMYkE?si=mB_efq0BdPdPGyG0
