Too much. To wild for this place. Comfort with me until the end and I still sat there, like a little boy, confused and blind, while your body gave its last twitch or spasm. Lindsey helped me put you on the blanket they so thoughtfully put on the floor for you? For us? I don't know but it wasn't peaceful or calm. My heart raged with anger and feeling of betrayal. Those feelings exist still. I'm no good I decided twice, I walked you to it. The end, but just a beginning of my sorrow I cry driving sometimes and will walk into a store all glassy and red eyed, sobbing. I feel you are ok. I guess that is all anyone wants. I just hoped you'd be great. Not to me, but in your head. I lost