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.

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.

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.

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.

Chemotherapy is a battle for your soul. It will suck the life out of you while it is trying to save or extend your life. Our care team was very upfront that Amy’s treatment was palliative in nature, not curative.

After Amy and I became engaged, it became harder and harder for us to be apart. The weekend visits and Monday morning goodbyes always came and went too fast. Our mutual feelings on the matter were best summed up

December has always been a very busy month for our family. Amy’s birthday, Morgan and Carson’s birthdays, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and of course our anniversary all fall within the month of December. As a husband, I often

Her doctor indicated the surgery would take about two hours. They would do a quick instant biopsy and if it was positive for cancer, they would perform additional surgery to remove her appendix and other organs to make sure they got

This past week my daughter Claire has been out of town on vacation to experience the musical force that is Taylor Swift. She had a fantastic time in Dallas and enjoyed the concert immensely. On Saturday, she will be moving out and getting back