My husband Terry died this morning. Terry was a vital and extraordinary man. He played classical guitar, wrote a novel and raised orchids. He was a gourmet cook and he loved hiking, animals, nature and travel. He was one of those rare people who actually loved his work and, as a neuropsychologist, he helped many people throughout the years. He was diagnosed with cholangiocarcinoma in October 2011 and he never let the disease destroy his spirit or his dreams. He loved life and he lived it well until the end. His death was peaceful and serene and I had the privilege of holding him in my arms as he passed away.