In only a few short months, it will have been six years since he died. Yet the memory of that night remains etched in my brain. The death of a spouse is something you never get over. You can only get through it. While the gaping wound of his sudden passing has healed, it has left a deep, permanent scar—one that I will bear until I die.
They say that the experiences we have in life make us who we are. So I guess I am someone who can endure anything.