I consider June 14, 2008 to be the night Rich died.

Two months have passed…What I can recall is the moment my dad and I walked in seeing him lying on a bed
in ICU after the doctors took his organs…dead, still, quiet and who he was gone forever.
Not in a million years did I really think that I would have to had that experience.
Not at this time in my life. It never occurred to me.

The love of my life is gone…so short it was…time keeps going, the world continues to spin, people keep
on doing what they do.

Last night Christopher had a rough night. Around 3 a.m. he cried out and was almost unconsolable, he wanted his daddy.
I brought him into my bed and after rubbing his little back for a few minutes he was asleep.

I still feel like I am in a dream or that Rich was a dream and I have just woken up from it. As if he was too good to be true.

The night before I had a talk with him after Christopher was asleep. I felt him beside me as I talked.

I told him I was angry with him for leaving…for leaving his son…who needs him so much.

Leaving me alone…to go on alone without him.

Yesterday at work, the library wasn’t open, after finding out some bad news regarding his estate, I yelled at him again for
leaving things the way he did.

I ‘m not interested in that he never thought he was going to die this young. He put his trust in someone who I hate to say
may betray him and his memory.

All I can say is that this person will have to face his maker and Richard when the time comes.

Rich knows where I stand on this matter and I will not waver. Once I make up my mind I usually stay true to my decision.

Right now at 9:15 p.m. I am watching a program about Elvis, a 25th celebration (Elvis Lives) where his original band and backup singers
play live while Elvis is on screen. I saw this last year it is cool.