God, I love him. What am I going to do? God, I just really love him. He is amazing. He is glorious. He is my Jeffy. God, I just love him. They didn't do enough to save him in that ambulance. That's why he died. Or was God just saying to him, "Jeff, it's time." I can't believe God would take him and leave a grieving widow behind. I'm still greiving. God, please, why did you take him? I loved him! I still do! I'll never stop loving him. You know that. God, he is so, so precious to me. All I need is to be with him. God, he is more than amazing. He is Jeffy-ific. God, why. Why did you take him? I am mourning here. He is glorious. He is my baby. God, please! PLEASE! I love him! He is my angel! You took him you dumb prick! Now I'm down here in sadness, have been here in sadness since you took him. Why, God? I was aching terribly! God, I just love him. Look, I have no friends. I have nobody to talk to when I feel this way. I think I'm going to have another apple pie. No, I don't know. I want to eat something that will get my mind off the way I'm feeling now. A yogurt and a slim fast. I'll never get a loving, caring, understanding husband. I am sheep doo doo.
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