Was it coincidence?

  Was it fate?

                                                                               R.I.P. Linda

My wife had been ill for several months, before she passed in January of 2025.

From the moment I met her, her son Matthew, was determined to separate us. What he could not achieve in life, he did with his death the previous August from a drug overdose.

She had said she was waiting for the knock on the door, though she was ill, his death destroyed her health, and my happiness; her son won his battle, even if he never knew about it.