Procrastination has never been a trait that Amy or I shared. Typically, if there was an unpleasant task, like dusting the bedroom or cleaning out the storage room, we both agreed it was better just to pick a date and time and get it done.

It has been exactly one month since Amy passed away and I have had my moments. A light-hearted moment of laughter can turn into tears of sorrow in an instant. It is amazing how quickly your emotions can turn from one to another.

Delta Rae had it right. There is no peace in quiet. After the Celebration of Life was over and friends and family have returned to their lives, the house Amy and I have shared is very quiet. Too quiet.

I am not sure when I realized that Amy was going to die. The seriousness of her diagnosis was apparent from the beginning. Her medical team acted with haste to move Amy to the front of the line for scans, radiation, and chemotherapy.