Donna, my wife of 28 plus years, died August 7, 2011. I ache over my loss. Her death pierces my heart. I miss the life we had and rue the one I have today. These thoughts are actively coursing through me. Some days they are churning foaming rapids other days lazy circling eddies. If I stop to think and not roil in my emotions I realize there nothing quite like missing her in the present. Thinking about what she brought to me and helped me discover about me makes me want to be who she loved. I begin to think of her again and not feel her death.
I opened my heart to my grief and wrote a memoir (our story) of a life-time of touching and magical memories, focusing on the journey from terminal diagnosis to death, before we met, and my life after death.