I thought pulling over that afternoon was just basic human decency. An elderly woman in trouble, a moment of kindness, nothing more. But when my phone rang two days later, and my mom screamed about turning on the TV, I realized that one choice had set something in motion I never could’ve predicted.
My wife was the kind of person who made everything feel possible. We’d stay up late in the kitchen, talking about our daughter Nina’s future, planning vacations we’d take when she turned 16, laughing at inside jokes nobody else would understand.
When cancer took her three years ago, it didn’t just steal my partner. It ripped away the entire framework of the life I thought we’d always have together.
My wife was the kind of person who made everything feel possible.