From The Diary Of Phill E. Scott
Today I was mouning for the loss of my wife, Jeanette. She was not old only 23, so I don't know what happened.
One moment she was fine, then the next she was dead.
The neighbors say I should find someone else to love, but I know I can't because Jan meant too much to me. If I did I know she would not appreciate it.
I thought of killing myself so I can join her in heaven, but I can't do it.