Crafting jewelry was our passion.
Henry made the pieces in his own workshop.
Sometimes I couldn't get him out of there.
The dinners we spent there because Henry still wanted to finish his piece are countless.
A jewelry piece was never another sale for us.
We became part of people's stories, memories, weddings and anniversaries.
The most beautiful moments of people's lives.
We were part of it.
That is what our passion was about.
Making people happy and giving everyone the best memories they deserve.
Now I will tell you what happened to Henry.
Henry was a strong man.
He never wanted to go to the doctor or ask for help.
He was very stubborn.
But that is what all old men are
I told myself.
I still remember those words.
Those words stopped me from jumping in where I should have jumped in.
It is my biggest regret.
As a wife you always have a gut feeling when there is something wrong.
You just feel it.
You cannot describe how you know it, but you feel it.
That was the gut feeling I had when I woke up on a random Thursday morning.
I asked Henry how he was doing.
He was mumbling fine as usual when I asked him this question.
He always told me I didn't have to worry that much.
But I felt it.
I let it go.
He took his bicycle that morning like he always did.
