Saying goodbye to my beautiful wife.

We lived and we loved, well.

Most people don’t write about the death of a loved one before it happens, but here I am, nursing her, and writing about what’s going to happen.

My beautiful wife Debi has been the sun and the stars in my life since 2005. I knew her a little before then — she checked in to the rehab where I was a volunteer, in 2002. She was a sobbing mess and I wasn’t particularly into her, and neither was she. Yet.

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San Francisco geek, entrepreneur, wannabe economist, mediocre equestrian

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