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I was married to an amazing man... and looking at the photographic history of that lifetime with him is strangely comforting, we had a life well lived... we didn't have any children, just us and our dogs, his sister lives in Northern California and my sister in SoCal, but we were blessed with so many really caring friends, some he has been friends with since he was in high school and still called him out of the blue from time-to-time, and many he made along the way... the only friends he ever lost was through their deaths, and he was so sentimental he kept a memorial wall in his artist studio with their pictures and their obituaries so he would never forget them...

I'm amazed how many people in town are coming forward and calling and telling me how shocked they are, that they just saw him and he looked great... even the people who worked on him in the hospital couldn't believe his age, he looked 15 years younger.. he didn't drink, smoke, do drugs and ate a healthy diet and was always, always busy... he was not one satisfied to sit and watch TV, he had to be doing something. He was a very talented artist and many businesses and homes around town are testaments to his talent.. he did it more for the love of creating than the money (he was retired)... I'm comforted by knowing we were as close the day he died as we were in the beginning of our relationship, we never did anything that did not include the other, neither of us ever had any desire to go out with the boys or the girls, we were a couple and always interacted socially as such... we were out to dinner Friday night with dear friends and he was so happy and telling us all how great he was feeling, how up he was about a couple of new commissions he was starting and how glad he was the remodel on our house was almost done...