When my partner of fifteen years passed away, it felt as though the ground beneath my feet had vanished. He wasn’t just the man I loved — he was the one who stood beside me through every season of life. Losing him meant losing my best friend, my confidant, and the quiet comfort of knowing I wasn’t walking through the world alone.
Long before we met, life had already tested him. At seventeen, he had been asked to leave his family home, forced to build a life entirely on his own. But instead of letting bitterness define him, he poured his energy into work, saving every dollar he could.
Together, we turned that house into a home. Weekend projects, freshly painted walls, mismatched thrift-store furniture, and evenings filled with laughter stitched our lives into the space. Even during difficult times, he would take my hand and say, “One day, this home will be our forever.”Continue reading…
