“My wife died in April 2010 after battling a rare form of cancer for almost a year. She was just 53. I threw myself into dealing with all things you need to do when a loved one dies: the paperwork, the death certificates, closing accounts. And I went back to work almost immediately. I don’t think I truly felt the impact of her passing until the days right after her memorial service.
It is still hard. I miss her everyday…every time I see a piece of art she would have liked; every time I think of the places she loved: Paris and Zihuatanejo and Disneyland; every holiday, particularly at Christmas when I trim the tree. I try to honor her with what I do in the community, working with the groups she supported. I have now come to grips with the fact I will always live with her loss.”