I've always wanted love. Never had much of it growing up. I found love in high school, fought for it, acted the fool, and eventually she loved me, and we were together for 27 wonderful years.

We fought, we laughed, we raised a child, we went through the up and downs, and she was always there for me. Love is the most wonderful thing I've ever known. When she died, it was the worst thing that ever happened. It destroyed me, I lost my mind and everything else. It took years to get myself to function.

I was so angry and so depressed, for so long.

You know what?

I still love my wife, with all my heart and soul, and I would not trade it away, or forget. It was worth everything, EVEN the horrible void without it. I never thought I could get to a point like this, where I could be thankful again. I am thankful, for every, fucking, second. Every fight, every make up, all of it.

I may never have love again in this reality, but I have had it, and it is worth everything... even dying for.

I wish you all love.