Carroll wasn't in the 21% that made it through his cancer for 10-12 months.
My world ended when he died in our bed early morning of June 15th, 2011.
His world started in another place.
It has been 4 months now, and I pretend I am ok and getting along. I miss him so much I can't breathe.
When he left me I realize how many people it would take to replace him.
I lost my cook,
my gardener,
my landscaper,
my maid,
my lover,
my confidant,
my friend,
my teddy bear bed warmer,
my partner,
my playmate,
my companion,
my sounding board,
my heart,
my soul, and
my reason to get up in the morning.
I miss you, Carroll
you can come back now.
