• *CLATTER* William was a husky guy about the age of 50. He had Jet Black hair with splotches of gray here and there, indicating his retreat into old age. His wife, Lucy, was 52. She had Leukemia. William handed Lucy her daily dose of breakfast which consisted of bacon, eggs, and a cup of orange juice. William worked as a lawyer for a local company. He kissed his beloved wife good-bye and made his way through the door. On his way home, William picked up roses for Lucy, knowing she wouldn't be able to go out the next day--Mother's Day. He knocked on her bedroom door and found her sleeping. William was reaching to put the roses on Lucy's bedside table so they would be a surprise to her as she awoke. He looked to the side to make sure she wasn't peeking. Something was wrong. Her lips were blue. Could this be true? Was the only one he had ever loved really dead? Refusing to believe this was true, William gently set the bouquet of roses on Lucy's chest.