She missed the first signs of sepsis, and when she finally saw Dr. Edwards, the infection was out of control. She died in a coma, a day after my emerg...ncy return.I only remember the first weeks as a hazy succession of miserable days. Regina and I had been together since college. A life without her seemed impossible. I nearly crumbled under the weight. Add to this that I had three kids and a job. My colleagues were wonderful. While they took over as much of my workload as possible, their wives. I quickly found I couldn’t compete with twenty-five year old bimbos like Cyndi who won a husband by writing him a cutesy note entirely in babytalk. (True story!) Why not just go out and meet people? The biggest obstacle in my life to doing exactly that was that I have a vision problem that means I am no longer able to drive at night. Most folks would tell you I shouldn’t drive in the daylight either! In fact, at my last eye doc visit, the tech gave me what is called a visual field test. You. His skin was pale and his face overgrown with a thick beard. He looked like shit, but even in this state he was a far more attractive man than I. His deep brown eyes seemed to stare at nothing. His white teeth hidden behind unsmiling lips. His muscular body slouched over all the time. He sometimes reminded me of Henry Cavill in that Superman movie, only not as tall or pretty.He sat on the porch of the farmhouse his father still managed to hold on to, and nodded to me as I pulled up in my truck.. When she was sixteen I spoke to her on that topic and the life style of a modern teenager. I encouraged her to continue working hard in school and to keep herself on the right moral path. I told her. “If you get knocked up, you will never go to college and never become a doctor of any kind.”She rolled her eyes, as teens will sometimes do, and said. “Oh Pete, I know. I won’t get pregnant. I haven’t even been with a boy. I’m still a virgin.”She was such a cutie. At her seventeenth birthday, she.