What went through my head was my father. He died fairly young at the age of 63. Strong as an Ox and rarely sick he was my mother's care giver to the end of his life. When my mom had her aneurysm in her late forties everyone in the family was prepared for the worst. We did not think about funerals we thought about losing our mother. You see my father and mother were true soul mates. They did everything together!
