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I've had losses before and have spent years trying to go on ..... this is somehow different. I don't know how to deal with it, he was my rock and the only person I had who truly understood and was always there, he never failed with his quiet humour and deep wisdom to help me fix whatever I needed help with. No matter what, I knew I could go to him always. Now, he's gone. The coroner said it was suicide, I don't believe that. He was ill and many nights took his gun out to scare off the coyotes howling, so he could sleep. I believe he fell. If it was suicide, I understand ..... he was a man who never wanted to be a burden to others. I thought he knew I would and was trying to do everything I could think of to get him help, but he was so discouraged with all the hospital trips and treatments. I would have traded places with him in a second, he had so many people who needed him badly. When I think of the torture of the mind he must have gone through it's unbearable. It's supposed to get easier but each day gets worse. I shingled part of my roof again and sat down crying because he wasn't there to ask how to put on the flashing. He wasn't there today to ask what that sound is in my car. I just really, really need him. It just hurts so bad.
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