tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566408.post6649870122260417571..comments2023-10-16T10:58:09.598-05:00Comments on Milly's Muse: The Heartbreak of Saying GoodbyeMGWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211283138512238855noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566408.post-419733378278576112012-11-29T19:15:35.540-06:002012-11-29T19:15:35.540-06:00What a lovely tribute from both of you. I am sitti...What a lovely tribute from both of you. I am sitting by his bed right now as he sleeps. He wanted this to be quick and it's not. Makes it more agonizing and difficult in so many ways. I don't know what I'll do without him.:(Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17197599882756386184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566408.post-41406036055339486162012-11-27T20:00:17.624-06:002012-11-27T20:00:17.624-06:00I have come to love Margaret too. She is so wise,...I have come to love Margaret too. She is so wise, so real. My father died from lung cancer, and I feared for her from the time she learned her husband had that dread diagnosis. <br />Although my husband seems to be in reasonably good health now, I too fear the day he DOESN'T feel fine. Maybe I'll go first, who knows. But meanwhile, when he's still in bed sleeping in the morning, I bend close to his face and make sure he is breathing. I thank God for every day we have together. Donna. Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18393352099473686196noreply@blogger.com