Thursday night

Night time is bad, my mind wanders to dark places. Right now I would love to take Bryon's urn up to one of our many doctors offices, dump him out on their desk and ask them "what went wrong? I entrusted my husbands care to you and this is what I got!" I know that what happened had nothing to do with the care he received but damn it all, it was not supposed to be this way. It's funny, when someone you love is fighting for their life you start to do things...me....it was keeping the cuckoclock wound up. As long as there was time on it, lots of time.... then things would be all right. I never let it wind down for all the good it did.

Good night Bryon, I love you and miss you.
"Sam"