The 2 weeks from Hell

January 7th, 2014. The day I lost the love of my life. I came home from work, and found her dead. I thought she'd just passed out on the floor, but when I went to shake her to wake her, she was cold. I called 911 and the rest of the morning was a blur of cops and coroners and interrogations. They say it was a massive heart attack. She'd had a chemical dependancy to prescription pain medications. Vicodin, Soma, 3 different anti depressants. I lost the real Ann almost 3 yrs ago. The woman who was still with me was seldom herself, but that doesn't make this emptiness hurt any less.