During my brides final months on earth I became a caregiver for this beautiful, sexy woman who could hike ten miles and still play 18 holes. Sadly, as cancer took over her bones, it became necessary for me to help her do some of the simple daily tasks. However, she stayed strong and even kept working with my help up until 2 weeks before she left for heaven. During those final months I would sometimes lose patience with her and get frustrated at her lack of mobility leading to times of raising my voice and saying things that were not so nice. For the past year and a half I've held on to some guilt from those moments. However, today I found a letter Pam wrote to our kids and it was obvious she wanted me to find it to help relieve any guilt I may have carried.
