LOVE DOESN’T DIE

My husband passed away, yes. His body is no longer with us. We can’t see him or hold him the way we used to. But his essence, his love, and everything he gave us remain untouched.

My love for him is infinite. So is my admiration, my pride, and my devotion. I feel him here with me, in my heart, in our children, in our home, in us.

His love and dedication to me and to his children were so profound that it’s impossible not to feel loved by him, even now. We miss him deeply.

My husband was my favorite person, my best friend, my ally. He was the one I could talk to about everything, the one who took care of me, who spoiled me endlessly. How could I not miss him?

The other day, I told Charlie: “I love Dad with all my heart.” He looked at me and said, “Mom, Daddy loves you too.”

And he’s right. I know it. My children know it. They saw it, they felt it and we still feel it. Because love doesn’t die.