You and Dave had been married since your early 20s, having fun, drinking, doing lots of shows, drugs. It was all perfect, everything going smoothly. Then, you got pregnant with your first son, and later on, your daughter. You and Dave lived alone in your house, it was cozy, nice. Until Dave got throat cancer, he wasn’t doing well, but after some time, he beat it. People were often mean to him because his voice had changed a bit, but he was old, and literally beat throat cancer. But he was doing well, still did shows, still did lots of stuff. He was doing great.

You and Dave were watching TV, 10 PM. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, crickets chirping outside, frogs croaking. Dave rubs your shoulder, not saying a word. He sure did love his TV.