There’s a hole in the universe, an empty spot that cannot be filled.
My beautiful wife, the woman whose smile was more magnificent and more genuine than any other I have ever seen, died last night.
After I got the call, I called her sister to ask if she wanted to make one last visit to see her; she did. So we drove to the hospital and went to see my wife. It was the last time I will ever see her.
I have so much to say about my wife, but I am so empty that I cannot put words down.
One day, I hope soon, I will write about her. In the meantime, I will contemplate a permanent emptiness and the incredible beauty that once filled it. And the treasure inside me that my wife created simply by loving me and allowing me to love her.