I want to see one final media photo of Michael solemnly carrying that little urn of ashes.
Our silly local newspaper printed the story of Terri's death as "Terri was cradled in the loving arms of her husband with flowers and music in the room. She was holding a stuffed animal in her arms." How sick! He wouldn't allow her music or flowers or sunlight or television or a teddy bear to hold or anything that would have made her life more enjoyable till it was too late for her to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. So terribly sad.