Has a year really gone by that fast? I'm sitting outside, the sun is out and TV's weather beutiful. Only I sit alone. Annette and I sat next to each other every day and talked about how the birds chirp led and squirrels could race past us. Arrying thief munchies to their nests.

All that is gone. I sit alone, my breathing today is at it's worse. Even when we were obese we suffered together. It made us appreciate life so much more. Now the pain of grief and body makes life beyond unfulfilling. There's no one to speak to , hold hands with. Kiss, caress. Guilt's my companion now. The guilt of not having done enough to save her. I know deep in my heart I could have. My failure as a husband, I suppose will Haunt me until my dying days. And when I'm reunited with Annette she'll say to me "There was nothing to forgive, you were a great husband, it's time to go now, let's watch the sky and hold hands."