There are only two kinds of people in the world: those who have been widowed and those who have nor - no other experience is comparable. The enormity of what happened to Terri - to both of us is not apprent to anyone else: we were a couple, now I am half of a couple, indeed half a person as she took half of me with her. They say I should 'get over it' and 'move on' but I cannot. The loss hurts exactly as much as the love was worth; if it didn't matter then the loss wouldn't matter either; pain is the proof of love so must be endured and, in a sense, welcomed.