Just Words
6:30 AM: I was woke up from a sound sleep by my phone vibrating. It was my husband. The early riser that he is, he had left for work over an hour earlier. It was Saturday. I was groggy and trying to shake sleepiness, still, I could tell by his voice he was upset. I heard the words,"hollow tree", "splintered", "died". I sat on the edge of the bed, in shock. Only 46 years old. It was too much to understand. There was a pause in my world while I let this sink in. My husband had just lost one of the dearest people in his life. I wept. My husband came home soon after and that afternoon we took a drive. We shared moments of silence and moments of laughter remembering this amazing man and friend I always called "The Lumberjack". This loss was going to leave a mark, a hole forever in our hearts. I tried to picture his last minutes on the earth, imagine the scene and see them in my head just how I had been told the events ...