It's been a full year - as of today - that I nearly lost the love of my life. If you don't know my hubs is a little older than me, so I've always had it in the back of my head that there would be a day that I'd be without him. But in the middle of a pandemic? We had no idea how close we were to living without him. For weeks he's been dealing with a cough - we blamed it on allergies (though he swears he doesn't have any). The last week of April, though, he was getting progressively worse, short of breath, and very weak. He barely got through that Wednesday night's lesson online. And by Friday he couldn't walk from the bedroom to the living room without gasping for air. He swore that it was just a bad chest cold. I was convinced he either had Pneumonia or Covid! Nevertheless, he kept taking meds to help with his cough and "chest cold". He was supposed to meet our children's church teacher at church Saturday morning, but was too weak ...