“In the beautiful sunny morning, [my husband] preferred to remain in bed and developed a weak-toned cough. For once, he acquiesced in the suggestion to see his MD who, after several x-rays, directed emergency to receive him immediately. He had surgery the day after admittance. In two and three quarter weeks, he endured three surgeries. We veiled our fears. He succumbed to respiratory failure, sepsis, and pneumonia.

That loss was sudden and unexpected. His family kept me grounded. A friend’s counsel: ‘Slow down.’ However, I increased my physical exercise, including tai chi for peace of mind. I’ve accepted the notion he’s not returning, but strongly believe he is with family and friends now, and safe and happy in God’s hands. My sustenance: We shall meet again someday.”