My husband, Austin, was a beautiful soul. He did not see the world as much of us do; he indeed saw the world through the proverbial ‘rose-colored’ glasses. He found good in people and tragic situations. Despite his health challenges, his desire to be an organ donor is quite commendable. He was the best husband and father. He didn’t have much time to be the best grandfather, but he loved being a grandfather and wanted to be called gramps.
My life feels both empty and full at the same time. I miss him dearly, yet my heart feels full that he has given someone a chance to see the world through rose-colored glasses.
