First time journaling, where to begin? I am so thankful to find such great people to travel thru this darkness alongside of. After reading many of the entries, and feeling the emotion in each person's story, I hope to learn from, and perhaps help, as many of these fine people as possible along the way. I wish I would have found this community sooner. July 4th, My Nephew and his wife bought Sharry and I an early 25th anniversary present; two tickets to see one of our favorite bands, Rush, at Summerfest in Milwaukee. We had a great time. Sharry was so happy, and enjoyed the evening so much. She walked the grounds alongside of me with no sign of the tragedy that was about to come. Two nights later, I kissed her goodnight, and that was my last moment in this physical world with her.I awoke in the morning when our son brought me one of his music CDs that needed to be cleaned. Matthew cannot speak and did not understand why his mother did not wake up when he had first brought it to her. I got up and whispered that it was nice of you to let your mom sleep. I cleaned it for him, and slowly began to realize that the room was too quiet. I called her name, then again louder, then ran to her, begging her to wake up. I new she was gone as soon as I tried to begin CPR, all I could do is hold her in my arms until the emts arrived. Matt had no idea or concept of death. He just went to his room to play as my close friends came to help and comfort us. I remember having to leave her with the coroner and my best friend while I gave Matt his morning seizure medications, while he happily played his cd, unaware that we had both lost the most loved person in our lives, and that our world was ripped to pcs. I was forced to retire early from my job of 36 years to prevent Matt from having to be placed in a group home. There was no way I would let him lose his mom and his home. I love him more than my life, and am now His sole caregiver, and I will never let him or Sharry down.