I was watching 60 Minutes last night and was captivated by the zest for life that J. J. Abrams exuded. He is the director and writer for the new Star Wars movie that many camped out for weeks in advance to see.
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My wonderful husband recently died in my arms from a heart attack. I’m writing this from raw pain. I continue to gasp and bawl hysterically every few minutes. I can’t understand him no longer being with me, for he was my world. The following is his obituary:
My name is Baby Deer, and recently, since it was so mild in December, I guess I got a little bit confused and more than a little excited thinking spring had arrived early. Oh yeah! I guess you can blame it on being very young.