He's dead, Angel.

Oh God… I haven't stopped crying for four days, ever since he… I swear to God, I wake up and my pillow is just drenched. How could this…? I don't understand!

I was always supposed to be the one who went first, I did a crappy job of taking care of myself, I was always weaker, this wasn't supposed to happen. He was the strong one, I can't do it alone.

I wish I wasn't… I love my baby, but I don't want her to be… My baby's gonna be alone too, I'm not going to live forever. And I swear… if it weren't for Mark taking care of me, and being pregnant, I would be with Roger right now, I…

He got to die at home, and I'm a thousand times grateful to the doctor for that, he never wanted to die in a hospital. We… uh… we got married before we left the hospital, Collins set it up, found a real Catholic priest and everything… Roger could barely stand on his own, Mark supported him through the entire "ceremony" but we got married and then we went home and… I got to spend our last night together in the same bed as him. I wasn't supposed to, the doctor's would kill me if he knew, but…

God, I miss him so much. I mean… he was my husband. My life.

Love Always,

Mimi Davis

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