2nd April, 2020

Love is joyful.
Love is kind.
Love is precious.
Love is blind. 

But let me tell you this,
My friend.
It’s always painful
In the end.

Today is the fifteenth anniversary of losing my beloved wife, Kate, to breast cancer. Hard to believe. It was so difficult back then to comprehend that the woman to whom I had been bonded for forty years, no longer existed. Life without her had been beyond the bounds of my imagination. But there is life after death, or at least after bereavement. It has been a tumultuous and very happy fifteen years. As always, I count my blessings.