In October 2006 I lost my husband, Gary aged 51 to an apparent heart attack. He died quickly and quietly watching a football game on TV. I grieved hard for him but came out stronger and with a better sense of empathy and caring for others than I had before his death. I feel blessed to have known, loved and to have been so well loved by him for the 20 years we were together. After about two very difficult years struggling with Gary's death I met Jim. Jim and I grew close rather quickly and we basically became inseparable. He was in a word, my heart and we loved each other very much. Jim got sick suddenly last March and died on April 23, 2010. He was 47 years old. So now I've lost two good men and I find myself all alone. All I do is cry all the time, mostly for my Jim now, but also for my Gary.