When she was sixteen and I was seventeen, I fell in love with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. My heart was quickly hers.
In my mind, Gwen was perfect in every way. I loved her from the moment we met. But she was more than just my soul mate—she was the very best part of me.
I dream of Gwen and remember her constantly, but I live in the present. After she died, my life changed dramatically in many different ways. I sold our home and began traveling to provide medical care to the poor and needy in Africa and the Middle East, a blessing I could never have imagined. It has been an honor for me to be involved with so many incredible people who have the same vision.
My writing reflects Gwen and so does my life, not only because of her, but because marriage is the reflection of Christ and His Church. It’s a symbol of His love for us, and an expression of how deeply we can love each other.
Many trips abroad and nine grandchildren later, my thoughts are drawn to her every single day. She would have loved these little ones and spoiled them rotten. They never got a chance to meet her, but they will one day. I know my kids miss her very much. There is an empty spot that just can’t be filled by anything else. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Today, spend time with your spouse and be sure to tell them how much you love them. Those words never go to waste. There is no saturation point. You can never say them too often.
Gwen went to be with the Lord twelve years ago today. I love her still.