Chapter 1

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I did not plan to write a book, even an article... but things use to happen. I have never considered myself like a man of a pen. Then, my wife asked me to write our story, the story of love, pain, trust, disappointment and all the things that life brings. I tried to resist and used to bring up new excuses and reasoning why not to do it. But, I was devastated because she was leaving me, too quickly and painfully and I could not help her. Each day was more and more difficult to me. I have pretended bravery and good temper for her and our children. I have  pretended there is a hope....


So I decided to write our story because I wanted to keep alive the remembrance of her.  And it has become kind of a therapy for me. I used to sit next to Sash's bed while our children were sleeping. Sometimes she even did not know that I was there. But I kept remembering and writing. When she was up I told her everything I had written and more. How much she could hear or understand of it? I do not know and I do not really care! I was there holding her hand, praying for her and loving her.


Sash, my sweet girl, I love you, I have always loved you and I always will.

Your name is written in my heart by the knife of life.   




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