by Robbyn Jones
(Sikeston, MO USA)
We met later in life, I was 36 he was 40. I had been widowed in 1999 and he divorced in 1999. We were so different but so the same. I know you can't understand because I can't either. He became the father my children had lost. He raised them just like they were his, we are all so lost now that I don't think we will ever be the same. It's been over 2 years and I still cry everyday for the perfect love that was stolen from me by death once again. I try to decide what I did that was so wrong that I would lose the love of my life and can't say that I have. It's so unfair that I don't believe anymore. There's my GOD!! There's just pain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!