Today Wendy would have been 46 years old. I'll observe it with a Mass in her honor (Wendy was Catholic) and later I'll have dinner in our favorite restaurant. As I have done before I'll have a place set for her, and a Marguerita will wait for her to join us. At the end of dinner I'll drink it in her memory. There will be tears, as there are now. I don't find it morbid, it's just my way of celebrating the life of my unique and sparkling fairy princess.

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    Some weeks have passed now since Wendy left us. Each day seems the same, without purpose, without meaning. She was literally the center of my existence. Every action, every thought was about us, about her. Now that focus is gone, and only memories remain. I am lost without her.

  It know that I must find the "new" in my life. New challenges, new reasons to get up each day. It has been said they we all need three things. They are: something to do, something to look forward…

With aching heart I now share that the day of Wendy's passing has  come and gone. The end came quickly and mercifully after her release from the hospital. I'm grateful that she lived long enough to have a lucid visit with her mother and sister, and with my mother the following morning. She went to sleep after those visits, and 12 hours later passed away in my arms.

  The support of friends and family has been inspiring.  I'm struggling with a curious problem, though, and have been for…

My loving wife Wendy is home from the ICU. Hospice care has started for her, and I think the end is now quite near.

She and I were married just 7 weeks ago. She is 45, I am 66. A week after our wedding she began to feel run down. We sought medical attention, and the doctor was so shocked by what he saw that he sent her to the ER.

Incredibly the diagnosis was end stage liver disease. She has been back to the emergency room twice more now for additional blood…