November 21, 2011
When someone you love is gone, you begin to realize, sometimes too late, how much you miss and appreciate them. On October 12th, 2008, Marylin Frances Boughton Evers, my wife, died. That year was the 50th year of our marriage. She had been ill for several years with a terminal illness and her death was just a matter of time. Yet on her death, as ready as I thought I was for it, a deep and very raw emptiness hit me.