Saturday I read something that caught my heart in my throat. My friend Vicki (who had my WLS), had lost her husband. He was only 47 years old, and she found him on the floor in the bathroom. EMS was not able to revive him. As someone who has not even had a year of marriage under her belt, my heart broke for her. HH went with me to the funeral home on Monday evening. We have to remember to make the most of every day.