Can you believe it? This is the Title to the RV I'm selling for next to nothing. Selling it is killing me. I have such fond memories, happy memories of the trips and snow-birding in it. RR and I planned a trip up the east coast, then across the country through the northern states, then down to the southern states along the gulf. Sticking as close to the gulf as possible. A dream now dead. He's gone and I can't get up the RV steps with only one working leg. All the plans and hopes and dreams we had for when he retired are gone.
He was even cheated out of his life. All I have of him and those dreams are a wood box of his ashes.