Anyway, I cut lawns today and found it quite enjoyable. He wanted to help so I went to get gloves for him, came back and he’s gone! (From the front yard)

Instead of thinking, I freaked and ran next door for help. They checked their yard and I ran thru ours, deciding maybe it’s time to call for help. Ran into the house to phone and he coughed!

There, lying on the bed, was my man. Didn’t know whether to hug him or scream. So I hugged him – then ran out to tell my neighbors I foolishly hadn’t even thought to check the house first. He told me he was too hot so came inside. Good thinking, Hon.

Lesson learned. But when it happens, you are not thinking of anything except that “he’s gone.”