OK then, since so many people axed- I might be known here as someone who's never serious-and most of the time i'm not, but occasionally I am. It's almost unbelievable, but absolutely true about my wife and I never having an argument. It was like we were meant for each other...I always thought i'd be enjoying this time of my life with her. But-sometimes our plans and God's plans are different. My wife Becky was diagnosed with multiple myloma, a form of blood cancer in the plasma cells 2 years before she passed away. She was a very beautiful redhead-stunningly beautiful. One time kneebrace and myself took some long loads to San Angelo, Texas and after we got there and got a motel room he said "let's go to the bar and try to pick up some women". I said "i'll go to the bar, but i'm happily married and couldn't be led astray". He said "we're way down here in Texas...you're serious, aren't you?". And I said "yes I am". She started having pain in her ribs that just wouldn't go away...finally after going to several doctors she was diagnosed with cancer. It was devastating to hear, to both of us. It would take me a week to tell everything here, typing with one finger, but the whole time she was in the hospital I was there with her-every day and every night. Chemo treatments-I was there. She seemed to be getting better for about a year after the chemo then all of a sudden BAM!..everything seemed to come back all at once, only twice as bad. The second annual benefit at Toga (Toga, Va. volunteer fire department-located on rt. 24 in Buckingham co,Va.) was for her and another woman with cancer. They raised about 12 to 14 thousand dollars I think, I don't remember exactly, to divide between them. I had insurance at work, but it only paid 80% of the bills. The money from the benefit helped pay the rest, but most importantly to me, I stayed with her in the hospital every day, then at home with her every day the entire 2 months. Patsy Moore, at F.L.Moore and sons, paid me every week during that time too so I could pay my insurance, even though I never turned a wheel. From the goodness of her heart...Becky's daughter, my stepdaughter, stole about $2500 from us from the-never mind that,i'm over it-...Becky was only 47 years old when she died. So, in Bill's situation the reason i'm so concerned about it is that I know the situation he's in. I might feel more concerned than most because he's a good friend, but also because of the feelings I know he has for his wife. Not that she's dying, but still he'll have to give her a lot of care. People helped me in ways i'll never be able to say "thank you" enough for, so i'm trying to help him also, to help me repay some of the help I got. Here's a picture of Becky in a cabover KW I used to drive, and at home, and one I found of my son Morgan and myself. You can certainly see the resemblance.