Missing Harper occupied less time than it used to, but her absence left an unending echo in his heart. “Whenever I read a book,” he continued slowly, “I could feel what she would have thought about it. Still, ten years after her death, I know what she would say to every question I have. How she would react to any situation. She was more than a person. Harper was part of nature the way rain and wind are. She was an experience, and everyone she knew swam in her existence.”
What a salute to a wife!!
