Life was normal, my love for her was unending. Her red hair and green eyes. How I was lucky enough to have her as my wife, I’ll never know. Sure we fought like any couple would, but we never went to bed angry, I inevitably giving in and saying, “I’m sorry,” first.

Our house was small, but enough for two. I came home from work and she was waitng there for me. She would be making dinner in the tiny kitchen, the smell of her cooking permeating the room.

She kissed me and asked how my da ywas, and listened intently as I told her boring stories of my day at the office.

When the children came along, we bought a bigger house with a yard. Life was good, normal, I felt safe and loved and content.
The kids grew, moved away, married and had children of there own.

She got sick and I cared for her, her illness got progressively worse and I became scared of losing her.

I took her for granted. I though that she would always be there by my side.

I await the day I see her beautiful face and hold her in my arms again.