Four years ago today at 5:20 pm I would get the phone call that would change my life forever. I can still hear that nurse’s young voice, not having had experience telling people over the phone the dreadful news: Your husband coded and you aren’t allowed to come to the hospital to see him one last time.

It has taken four years to try and move forward and focus on love and our life together instead of that horrible day. Four years to keep your memory and voice from fading. You were a part of me for 40 years. That love will never fade.