My mother lived out her illness for 14 years, with the love of my father and family. For 14 years, we watched my mother, a very strong woman deteriorate. She watched herself deteriorate. I bathed her, clothed her, did her hair and nails. Her bedroom was downstairs, over looking a beautiful vegetable garden and dwarf apple trees.. My father gave her the best life she could have lived.. Up until she passed away. 14 years of live and dedication, honesty, loyalty. My father was diagnosed with MDS on the 5th November 2014 ( his birthday) a man who dedicated his life to provide for his wife and family. A man who held onto his sanity, even though everyday it was tested. He passed away on the 5th of February, peacefully, in his sleep, he was 71. I made it to the hospital just as he passed. He didn't want to be resuscitated, he told the doctors that he just wanted to die. My father, a man who through love and loyalty gave my mother the best life she could have had throughout this illness.. Died 4 months later.. My heart is broken. My heart is broken into so many pieces. I miss him so very much... I feel so alone, he was my father, my teacher and my friend. Love and think of u always! RIP William Darcy, 5/2/15