Darlene Whaley:  

2011 Year It has been nearly 2 years, September 20th, since my Richy died. Actually, I don't believe in the finality of death; things have happened in the past two years that convinces me there is a different plane they go to. I also know that my Richy is here sometimes. I think he is my guardian Angel, as GOD knows I desperately need one. I became very ill after Richy passed. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep and cried 24/7, so four months after Richy died, I was admitted into the hospital, where I had a heart attack. I also had ulcers and some other thing I can't pronounce, nor remember. The cardiologist called the attack, the broken heart syndrome; however, generally that means it isn't an actual heart attack but in my case it was. Nonetheless, I was hospitalized for 8 days and on the verge of death twice. Truthfully, that is what I wanted. After the first anniversary of Richy's passing, I finally realized he wasn't coming back. I kept waiting and hoping there had been a horrible mistake and he would be sitting at his desk, or watching TV, when I would walk into the room. He is, but only in my imagination. I love and miss my Richy more than words can convey. The surgery that caused my Richy's death (blood clots) is the same surgery I need on my left knee. I had it scoped in April but it seems it didn't help a bit; plus in addition to having arthritis, I also have gout. Today my knee buckled and now my gait is different. It looks and feels like the leg is leaning toward the left. A bit awkward and painful. I have an appointment at the end of this month; however, if the knee continues to act up, I will try to see the doctor earlier. I have attended several movies and go to the Goodwill on Senior Wednesday. I am also trying to get the yard in order; as well as the house. I have accumulated too much "stuff" and need to divest myself of so-called collections. Concerning my Richy's clothes, etc., they are all hanging in the closet and I can't even consider packing them away and eventually give the boxes to the Salvation Army. That is out of the question. Maybe someday. My mother's mental health continues downhill. She has totally forgotten her third daughter Karen; however, with dementia you have to call at least once a day and I do see my mom at least every six weeks. Mom's 89th birthday will be September 5th and she is like a giddy little girl. Mom is marking each day off her calendar and can tell you how many more days until her birthday. I hope we can pull off a whopper, since that is what she is expecting. She hates noise, hurts her ears, so I told her she will have to cope with a lot of noise. 2010 Year My mother, age 88, suffered a stroke prior to Thanksgiving this year, 2010; however, GOD answered our prayers and we brought her home for the holiday and my birthday. Mom is looking and feeling better but she does have dementia and doesn't understand what is happening to her health; plus she doesn't hear very well either. Please pray for my mother. 2009 Year SAD but TRUE My dear beloved husband Richard passed away on September 20, 2009. I have been told by the coroner that Richard had two large blood clots that closed his heart down. I have read the report and contacted an attorney; however, the attorney said I probably would not win my case. Richy was released from the hospital 24 hours after his surgery and was not injected with an anti-clotting medication. I love Richard with my entire being and always will. We had three wonderful, marvelous and happy years together, but I wanted so many more. I don't kno...Expand for more