by Susie Green
On Thanksgiving of last year I lost my best friend, the love of my life, my pal, my loving Husband. He came to me and said he was having trouble breathing and for me to call 911. When they came I asked if he wanted me to ride with him. He stated NO, finish baking the pies. I decided not to and followed them to the hospital.
Well it was too late his lungs had collasped and he was brain dead. It took two days for God to take him and I never got to tell him goodbye or how much I love him.
It has been over 6 months now and I can't pull myself back together. I have a great support group in neighbors, friends and church, but when it comes to being home alone it hurts. I cry everyday, can not get myself up to do anything. Our four dogs, He called them "our boys" help a lot; if it was not for them I don't even think I would get out of bed.