On Sunday my boyfriend Kelly got real sick, the day before he had been complaining of just not feeling to swell and thought it might have been a cold, then on Sunday he started throwing up and then he said he thought it was food poisoning. He just kept getting worse and worse. That night he was crying out for help and I would ask what I could do. I did all that I could, I even asked if I should call the hospital, but he said 'no' so I didn't. I didn't know what to do. It didn't even occur to me to go against his wishes and call anyway. The next day when I came back from class, he was dead. When I walked into the bedroom, he's chest wasn't moving and when I saw his face, he was all blue. I cried so hard and tried to wake him up but it was too late. I called the police and the paramedics confirmed my fear, he was gone. I cried so hard and so long, they took him away and his relatives had him cremated. The memorial service was on Friday. It was nice, tried not to cry. His son looked just like him. I miss him so much. He was a diabetic and that's what caused his death. He had run out of insulin and it didn't occur to either of us that that was the problem. I can only hope he went in his sleep, he looked like he had. I miss him terribly, we were going to have a future together and now its nothing. I'd do anything to bring him back, even sell my soul to the devil, but unfortunatly mine isn't in play. He was so wonderful, I should have done something, I feel so useless. I miss everything about him, and it's just not the same here without him. Now I have to find a roommate, or i could move to a one bedroom, most likely staying here, would be much cheaper. Well that explains my week.