The love of my life
by MaryAnn Gibbs
My love of my life died just 3 weeks ago. It does not feel real. He left the house with his best friend on a Sunday morning to fix his mom's clogged kitchen sink. We kissed goodby and he said he would be home soon. A few hours later I got a call from his friend that he was taken to the hospital. When I got there he was gone. I was told he had a massive heart attack. I just held him in my arms. My family arrived to the hospital shortly before the emergency room nurses told us we had to go because they needed to take him to the morgue. I loved him so. I do not know how I will get through this.