. My wife passed October 17,2015. For months tomorrow. We met in creative writing class twenty seven years ago. We were both writers She was a great editor. We lost a son in 2003. In 2007 she was diagnosed with lung cancer. She had two thirds of a lung removed, spent two months in hospital and rehab and recovered well. She did well for a few years, then needed oxygen at night and, gradually, full time. Over the last five years I became her caregiver. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. No doctor ever said it, but I believe it was Radiation Induced Pulmonary fibrosis. That morning, she awoke, couldn't breathe and had a fatal heart attack. She was the love of my life. Some days are all right, other days I can't do anything. I am determined to be the writer we always wanted to be. Instead of sitting home on our anniversary, I'm taking the rest of her ashes to Prince Edward Island. Our favorite place. She always wanted to go back but her illness wouldn't allow it. This year she will make one last trip.