She went through old clothes, lingering over their feel even if they did have that "not-worn-in-a-long-time" smell. They belonged to HIM and that was all that mattered.

She goes through old photo albums, tears streaming down her eyes as the wonderful memories she and her husband shared make her heart ache fiercely.

'I miss you so much, Jack.' the suffering woman thinks to herself in agony.

Some of the photos wounded her to the core. But others brought a smile to her wounded features, like the photo of him in the dorkiest clown outfit taken on Halloween.

She loved and missed her husband a great deal. So much so that if not for their little daughter, she probably would have joined him and killed herself.

She smiles as she comes across the photos of the day she gave birth to their now eight-year old little daughter, and thanks her mother inwardly for babysitting the child the last couple of nights. She needed to be alone while going through his things, as this would have been too hard with the child around.

A picture of herself holding the newborn crosses her eyes, followed by a picture of the proud papa holding the baby... A picture of their respective parents holding little Amanda Joy... A picture of her breastfeeding the child for the first time.

She laughs, brushing the gathered tears from her eyes when she remembers how Jack commented that he wanted her to save some milk for him. He had always loved her big beautiful breasts, even more when they had gotten so swollen and filled with milk.

Sometimes she felt that he only cared about her breasts, but he always reassured her that she was everything to him and that he would love her no matter what her bra size was. He would go on to say that he has found certain women with chests flatter than a pancake that he found attractive because they had pretty faces or a great smile, etc. He hated fake tits and was very thankful her 40dd's were real......(cont)