On February 4th 2010 my husband came home from a work trip and by nighttime was complaining of his side hurting. To make a long story short on February 11th we got a death sentance. Perhaps two months, the good doctor said. That's what it was, two months. Terry passed away on April 17th with myself, our four children and his parents by his side. He was 42 years old. My little kids held on to their Daddy as he left us. Our lives are shattered. We lost a husband, father, best friend and soul mate. My husband was the only person in this world that truly knew me and understood me. He finished my sentences as I often went "duh" :) Now I feel alone , loneley and even abandoned. I know he didn't want to go and he fought a brave and hard battle. But I guess God needed him more , although I don't understand why.