I am so tired of thinking of you...tired of the memories...I wish none of this had ever happened...wish I had never met you, so I couldn't have fallen in love with you and wouldn't have married you...and would never have had to bury you. Please just leave me alone. I can't even handle the memories anymore.
Wow. It's a year after your death and I'm finally on your profile. I didn't realize you had one until a few months ago when something from here came to your email. Yes, I'm using your email, but I'm not changing the outgoing name...I'm not ready for that, yet. I miss you so much, my love. You were, and still are, my everything. You are my forever. I'm so sorry it happened the way it all did. If I could change any of the bad things, you know I would. I'm sorry I wasn't there to save your from yourself. I will always love you, Ben...your death cannot make that go away. Your wife, Bree
