One of my kids or grandkids would take me and pick me up at the end of visiting hours. I was in the hospital holding her hand when she took her last b...reath. It was the saddest day of my entire life. After the funeral my family convinced me that I couldn’t live alone any longer. I stayed at my eldest son John’s house until we found a nice room in one of the senior living centers. My family gathered together with me at our home and the ladies in the family did all the work sorting out Mary’s. I emailed then saying until the account is fully paid I will not authorise or pass on the access password. My web host knew me well and would await further instructions. I checked my bank account and he had not paid overnight. I did not think he would.My phone rang, it was him demanding the password. I requested my payment. You will never be paid. I informed him I could change his web site front page advising you are not paying any due accounts and I was within the law because he does owe me. To my mild shock, any concern for the life of my wife for six years who lay crumpled on the floor replaced itself with an academic curiosity about the extents of perversion humans were capable of inflicting on others for carnal pleasures. Anna just changed into a thing or rather a sex object. Here, I must state I am a professor of social psychology when I am not gambling at a college pretty far away from here for obvious reasons. And this the academic in me taking over the persona of the caring. So I haven't seen him since I was five. Mom hasn't lived here in Mindanao since I was five, but for a while, I lived with her in Cebu when she had a boyfriend who would allow me to stay too. Yeh, Mom had a nice BF for a while, but he died of a heart attack. His name was Billy. That was real sad, 'cause Billy was a good guy. Mom cried when he died. She goes to Billy's funeral and meets his wife, Sha. I guess Sha and mom are friends now. When Billy died, Mom and me, we don't know what to do, but.