Well, it’s been two months now since Bobby died; I haven’t kept up with anything lately. My heart is broken and feels like I’ll never be okay again. Woke up Sunday, February 3rd and Bobby had died in his sleep. We had gone to the neurologist’s on Friday, February 1st and he was to be scheduled for his 4th or 5th spine surgery in the following two weeks, but he didn’t make it. The last thing that I said to Dr. Kowalski was, “All I want is for him to be free from pain.” Didn’t think that the Lord would take him home in order to free him from the excruciating pain he’s been in since 2010 when his spinal surgeries began.

I think he had pneumonia and sleep apnea from the Vicodin that was prescribed. His face looked peaceful, no pain. He had just celebrated his 62nd birthday and our 18th anniversary on January 4th, 2013.

Loralee had to take care of all of his final paperwork, etc. since we were not ‘legally’ married. I felt so bad about this because she just lost her only son on October 17th, 2012; J. J. was only 8 1/2 months old, now her Daddy’s gone. I wish we would have made a will…don’t want to write any more right now…I’m so very, very sad.