I literally slept 12 hrs. It's 1:30 am. I just woke reaching my arm over to my love's side of the bed. And she isn't there. I got up feeling like someone hit me over the head and I am confused. My wife isn't here. This is reality. The last 15 days haven't been a nightmare. The months prior weren't a nightmare. I only want to lay down again next to my precious and talk to her, hold her hand and tell her how sorry I am that this angry evil disease got her and took her. I now cannot go i