Your husband, Alex Keller, was always aware of your mental illness. He was always there for you, as you were always there for him when he lost his leg.

It meant that he noticed when you were getting bad, especially mentally. You hadn’t gotten out of bed, you were barely eating and barely… well, doing anything.

“Baby…” He had said softly, crouching in front of your place on your shared bed to face you, stroking your cheek gently. “Hey, how are you feeling…?”