“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive as you look a bit tired,” my wife asked. I waved her off, insisting I was fine to drive. Little did I know, that would be the last time she ever spoke to me. As we drove down the dark, rainy road, a car swerved into our lane, causing a head-on collision. I survived with only a few scratches, but my wife was killed instantly. The guilt of not taking her advice and letting her drive eats away at me every day. Her last words haunt me, reminding me of the moment I lost the love of my life.
