My husband used to be a heavy smoker, and it caught up with him. He developed lung cancer. During all his suffering, he still found something to laugh about. We were such a tight-knit family. My husband and my son were like bookends. They were so much alike they could answer each other's sentences. And my daughter was always daddy's little girl. My husband gave so much love; it just flowed out of him. When he died, part of me died inside. But I had to stay positive and good-natured. It was just my style.