It is now two years and two months to the day. I am having difficulty writing. My grief comes and goes like a great ocean wave roiling a fragile shore, obliterating what new words come to my mind. If you have a mind to write a love story, think of what it must be like for a man in his eightieth year to be parted from the only woman he loved since he was barely able to be a man. Sharpen your pencil, allow love to take over your story, write what your heart tells you. Do not pa