Today is the day of my Wife's funeral/Memorial Service. It will probably without a doubt be the most difficult day of my entire life. Nothing else I can think of even comes close to having to say goodbye to my Debbie. Last night My sister came by and I gave her the best of Debbie's porcelain Doll collection to distribute among the nieces. I know that Debbie would have wanted that. She was so proud to be an Aunt. In doing so I came across the last Doll that she bought. It was never opened because I told her that there was no space for it yet. I had planned on buying her a display cabinet for the. It just breaks my heart that she never got a chance to see it displayed. It was her favorite kind, an Indian all dressed in leather with the colorful beads and feathers and such. I sure hope that I hold up ok at the service.