My wife died this afternoon. I loved my wife more than anyone or anything. She was my best friend, we spent so much time together and it was so easy to be around her that it always felt like we had been together forever. I loved her, I do love her, I will always love her.
Alas, after 4 days of marriage I am a widower. I am alone now, I have friends and family, but the emptiness is so great. A year ago I would not have thought I was strong enough to survive such an event, now I have no choice. I find solace in the fact that she went peacefully and painlessly. Her sister and I were present at the very end, we held her hand and kissed her goodbye.
My wife, my friend, my hero. She fought long and hard but death is inevitable for all things. Now we must all move on. It will not be easy, it will not be fun, but she fought hard for us, now we must fight hard to survive without her in our lives. She exists now only in our memories we must not forget the things she gave us, and the things she allowed us to give her.
Rannie, I love you.
-David
