As we pulled out of the parking lot my mind started to wonder was this going to be our last Thanksgiving and Christmas together. What would I do without Mr. K how could I live. He's the other half of my heart I can't survive without him, I know I can't. Please God don't take him from me. The car ride was silent. What was he thinking, maybe the same things I was. As we pulled Into the driveway Mr. K quietly said I will be In, I need a minute. I got out of the car and walk In the house. Wanting to know so badly If he was OK I peeked out the window. As I looked at him through the glass I could see the tears running down his face. He stayed In the car for about an hour all awhile I was thinking should I go to him, should I comfort him, does he need me. I heard the front door open and Mr.K made his way through the doorway looking at me and softly saying, I am so sorry.