A friend of mine had a heart attack awhile back. I visited him and his wife often in the hospital. Sharon, his wife was undergoing treatment for breast cancer at the time. I have never had many friends and these two were important in my life. One afternoon when I was reading to Dwayne he asked me to put the book down that he wanted to talk. He told me about how he and Sharon met, how they had bonded instantly and married within a year. They were married almost 40 years. He asked me if something happened to him would I watch out for her, make sure she went to the doctors, help if the house needed something or the car. He especially wanted me to keep an eye on the attorneys who executed his estate. He gave me power of attorney after this talk. Without thinking much about it I agreed while assuring him that he would soon be fine and none of that would be necessary. Dwayne passed two days later. I did everything I could to help Sharon. Got her to doctor appointments, helped with shopping. Interviewed and hired caregivers for her when the time came. Kept the attorneys inline and saw to it that Dwayne's will was implemented as he wanted. Sharon's cancer progressed to stage 4. I would read to her and share pictures of her and Dwayne's life, the new car they bought, their first home, trips abroad. I usually travel summers, this summer I stayed and helped care for Sharon. Sharon passed a week ago. I made arrangements and will be working with the attorneys to see that the proceeds of their life get to the charities they picked. I have never felt so much pain and heartache as I have losing these two friends. I never thought of myself in the role I assumed, I didn't realize how crushing it would be. I believe they are better off without the suffering and I'm glad I was able to do what I could. I bring this here because I have no other place or people to share it with and I'm hoping that by writing it out I will feel some relief.