Posted on January 8, 2012 at 2:16pm
Two years ago this week, on Sunday morning, I was sitting in church when they called to tell me that my wife had breathed her last. I remember the feeling of shock, then thinking how weird it should be that I would be shocked. After all, Marguerite had been on her deathbed under home hospice care since before Christmas, and for the last week had been so close to the edge that sitting by her bedside had exhausted me, so I went to church.
I remember feeling the weight of sadness descend, and… Continue