Just can't go to the cremation. I think I would make them stop it and force them to let me crawl in with him. But I won't do that. I'm alive, I still get hungry, I still have to sleep; all those things that people do while they are living. I feel pain, guilt and also rage. I am mad at him for leaving me. I am mad at me for the the unnecessary suffering I caused him over the years. I am mad at the VA Hospital. I feel that they killed him. Laughter; remembering all the funny things that happened over the years. Tears and fears. Apologies, for this blog on the 4th of July but had to let it out.