First let me say if I write to much I sorry I just have so much to say and no one to talk to anymore. I meet jaso. The Friday of labor weekend 10 years ago and I never looked back we were so happy we had the kind of relationship we both had always wanted by no means was it perfect but it was as close as it was ever going to get to perfect. I sit in our room alone thinking of all the things I would tell him about my day if he was here and wonder what his day would have been like I miss him of every second of ever day. I still find myself grabbing or the phone to call him.