When I married this man, he was as beautiful on the inside as he was on the outside. It wasn't just him, it was me...we changed throughout the years. Kids, jobs...but NO MATTER WHAT...we would ALWAYS stay together. After all, our parents were married until my mom and his mom died. THat's just the way we were raised. I wouldn't leave him. I am NOT saying this is a good thing, just only what we knew. He died. He died in our bed when I wasn't there. I don't take blame in it because he told me to leave. He died of an overdose. My oldest says he died of a broken heart. I don't think I can write that last letter and send it up in a balloon, the final closure. I'm not being melodramatic. I've never said this to anyone. I just will not let him go. I love him.