There's no other way to say it.
Last Tuesday evening, I found her unresponsive. She was not breathing and there was no pulse. She was taken to the ER and then eventually the ICU. By Thursday, her physicians agreed that she was not capable of even breathing on her own.
She's gone.
I'm serious. She's gone. My girls and I will survive. But this has, obviously, been a rough serious of days.
I encourage all of you to hug your families and keep in touch with loved ones. That has gotten me through the past week.
She was my life. My love. I have known her since she was only a freshman in high school. I'm 39. We were married over 15 years.
She was my best friend, my confidante, my whole world.