My husband of 18 years died on February 21, 2002 of massive heart failure. He was only 53 - we had so much more to share, so many places to go and things to see. Our life was full of firsts, first time to Big Bend, the Grand Canyon, Hawaii, Yellowstone, New Mexico, big snow. We always felt that we were so lucky to have somehow found each other -- the perfect match for the other -- and now he's gone. I don't know how I'll go on. I look into the future and he's not there and I wonder if there's any point in carrying on. My sweet, sweet, love is gone. My courage and strengh is gone. My larger-than-life, laughing, singing, Bubba is gone. I am broken in pieces without that dear, good, genuine, man. My darling Bubba, how I miss you!