When my wife died, it shattered my entire world. Being married to her for 30 years was a wonderful dream to live. We had been together since we were in high school, and we had never even been apart for more than a day in all that time. But once I lost her, it became uncomfortable to live in the same house anymore. I figured that I would rent a place for awhile, and that is when I came across The Marq out on one of my drives around the city to see what was available. I felt that it would be a nice place to live in for about a year or so, until I gathered my bearings and figured out where to live permanently.
Considering that my wife is the one that decorated and painted our home that we lived in together, it was very hard to not see reminders of her everywhere that I looked in our home. At first, I thought that I wanted to stay there, but every day that she had been gone, it became even harder for me to stay there. Part of me did not want to give our home up because of all the wonderful memories there, but staying was killing my heart. Read the rest of this entry »