Eventually we all die...but I never would have imagined how broken I’d feel without my husband. Everyone that knew me and not him, thinks that I was the strong one. I am not. In comparison to him, I am the mild one. He was my strength, my sounding board, my crazy compass. If he said I was wrong, I would rethink the situation, if he said just let it go, I would calm down, if he said I was right...it was on...he seldom said I was right...he tried his best to keep me calm. He gave me so much love and affection and support. He pushed me when I wanted to give up. He held me up when I was weary. He was my backbone. Every day I feel like I could lie down and never get up, but he definitely would never let me do that. I will continue to live a life that makes him proud. I will continue to honor his love. I miss him so much. He was my rock