The love of my life. How can I have a life without him? Lung cancer, about 3 months ago. At home. In my arms. Thank the universe for hospice, because it was painless and peaceful. He was 55. Handsome, bright, knowledgeable—everything to me.
I’m 59. I had to sell the business we were running together—he was the main ingredient—at a distressed price and feel lucky to have gotten out at all.
A lot of death in my life–my mother last year, my father (lung cancer) when I was 30, my twin brother (suicide) a few years later and then another brother (suicide–terminal renal cancer). I handled those […]