I lost my husband, best friend, and soul mate on July 17, 2009 due to complications of his end stage Parkinson's disease. Douglas was 42 when he was diagnosed with PD and had just turned 62 when he died. Hospice is wonderful and they helped me take care of him at home, but my heart can't be fixed at this point. Duct tape does not mend all things that are broken. We were married for 26 years -- our anniversary was July 9th. My chest is empty where my heart used to be -- and I can't seem to stop crying at the drop of a hat. We has promised each other that we would never leave but now he is gone -- without me. And while I am eternally grateful that his passing was pain free it is still difficult to come every night from work to an empty house. His pain is over and mine is beginning. Do I believe that he is still with me in spirit -- yes. But how does one get over the fact that the physical person is no longer here to hold you when you hurt, comfort you with kind words when you have had the day from "heck", or to simply smile that special smile that melts your heart? I don't think I can go on sometimes -- and yet every morning I wake up to another day to grieve and try to "buck" up. He made my world a better place and I will always love him. I would give anything to have him call me one more time to say, "I love you and have a good day at work, see you tonight."