I discover that life has more than I expected, and Marilyn certainly was more.
It had been three years since my wife, lover and best friend had been taken from me. Cancer is a cruel disease, and Marie’s fight had been long and hard on both of us, but final for her. The first year had been terrible, to be honest. I was bereft, and it took me six months to even contemplate doing anything to the house that we had called home for years, and in which we had brought up...Read On