I didn't steal any ideas from anyone. No names were used, no
 nothing. This was written out of my mind. And please don't steal it,
 OK? I don't steal anything of yours.. well except a few pics. :) but
 I'll put up a link to there... some time. With that in mind, here
 you go. 

	He left behind a beautiful life. He left behind a half-read 
book. He left behind three wonderful children. But most of all, he 
left behind a widow. 
	We were married when I was only 17. I had to have parents 
consent, and they reluctantly agreed, knowing there was no way they 
could stop us. It waan’t a big wedding, our families and a few close 
friends was all. I’ll never forget how wonderful he looked in his 
rented tuxedo. He hated wearing it, I know, but he looked just like a 
king. My dress wasn’t to showy, but at least it fit. I was still 
outshone by him, no matter what I wore. 
	He went to school, and in the evening he had a good job at 
the computer shop across town. I worked during the day at a day care
center. It didn’t pay much, but it kept us balanced. While I was at 
the center, he stayed home and watched the kids. He taught me most of 
what he learned in school, and we were saving up so that I could join 
him. 
	He died at twenty-two. Twenty-two. It was because of a 
serious disease he had, but I never assumed it would take him so 
soon. Twenty-two. He died before he even had a chance to live.
	Our oldest daughter, Rose, had a nightmare in the
night. He’d told me before that she’d wake herself up, and not to 
interfere. But I couldn’t just lay there and listen to her moans. 
	When I woke her up, Rose told me that she had a dream that 
she and I were in a field with flowers and big rocks everywhere. I 
had been crying in her dream, but she didn’t know why. 
	I put her back to bed and checked on out son, Tad, who was 
almost a year old. He looked so peaceful sleeping in his little crib. 
	When I returned to our room, he was still asleep. Usually, he 
woke up when I left the bed. I sat down beside him and asked, “Are
you awake?” No answer. “Honey, are you OK?” I asked him, shaking him 
by the shoulder.Still, no answer. “Wake up sweetie, come on. What’s 
wrong? No, wake up.” I began to feel hysterical. “Please, please wake up. 
Don’t do this. Oh, please wake up. No, don’t leave me! Wake up, don’t 
leave me here!” I cried frantically. “No, baby, please just wake up. 
Don’t do this! No, please!”
	He was put to rest last Sunday. I had him cremated, like he’d 
told me he wanted. The doctor said it was a seizure that got him in 
the middle of the night. Then, I knew that if I had done what he said 
and let Rose sleep, maybe I could have helped him. If only...
	I’m four months into my pregnancy. The doctor told me that it 
looks like the baby already has traces of his disease. He said there 
might be complications even before he’s born. I don’t know if I could 
bear to lose another man in my life, especially his son. 
	I dug my wedding dress out of the closet yesterday and tried 
it on. It barely fit over my bulging stomach. I stood there and 
closed my eyes, seeing him in that uncomfortable tux. We didn’t get 
wedding pictures taken, they were too expensive. No, the only place 
that image lives is in my mind. 
	We had four wonderful years together, and that’s more than I 
could ever ask for. Two gorgeous children, and another on the way! 
No, I won’t be selfish and say that I wish he were still here, or 
that I wish I was with him. I’ve been extremely lucky to have such an 
angel in my life, even if it was for only a little while. 
	Tad probably won’t remember him, but Rose will remember a 
little, I hope. How he would lift her up in his shoulders when she was
tired from walking. And on Saturday mornings, how the four of us 
would lie in our bed for nearly an hour, his arms wrapped around us 
all. 
	Of course, I’ll have my memories too. Waking up inthe morning 
to his beautiful eyes, staring back at me. The way he wrinkled his 
brow when trying not to burn the rice for dinner. Yes, I was indeed 
lucky. I loved him, andhe loved me right back. 
	No, no that’s not what I meant. I love him, and he loves me 
right back. 

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