I dream of you almost every night. Nothing in particular, you are just "there".  I wake up in the morning and remember you are gone, and its like losing you all over again every single day.  Its been 78 days now.  I still have no idea why you died.  The coroner still hasnt heart from the lab.  Its killing me slowly, every day.  I just want to be where you are, so my broken heart will be whole again. xx