One day a woman’s husband died, and that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom. The wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t “anymore”.
No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, “just one more minute.”
Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away. Never to return before we can say good bye, say “I love you.”
While we have it, its best we love it, care for it, fix it when it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick.




















