It was one year ago this date (February 22nd) that Ben went to have the colonoscopy that eventually led to his death. I remember him making jokes the night before about going in the next day to have the procedure. Little did we know that it would be the beginning of the end. I wish that he had never gone in for that damn procedure. I saw a post on Facebook recently from a widow who said that her late husband's parents just told her that she is no longer a member of their family. It seems that there was a death in her late husband's family and she had told her in-laws that she would be happy to come to the funeral and help out with the food and whatever else they needed help with. She was told that her presence at the funeral was not necessary as she was no longer a member of their family. The reason they gave her was that she will “probably remarry someday”. I felt so bad for her. I know for a fact that Ben's brother and sister would never tell me that, no more than my brothers would have told Ben that if I had been the first to pass away. How uncaring can people be? Had trouble falling asleep last night. Finally got up around 12:30 am and took a sleeping aid. I think I had two things on my mind...the fact that it was February 22nd and also I'm worried about whether or not I'll have my Internet the end of April. Today I did it.....I finished cleaning out the garage by going through the stuff on the last of the storage shelf unit. Most of it was Ben's tools (circular saw, jig saw, power drill, soldering iron, small torch) and his tool boxes containing pliers, screw drivers, drill bits, etc. I didn't toss any of his things because who knows, some day I might need to use them. I'm pretty good with hand tools. Most of cleaning this shelving unit was tossing things that I didn't need or junk that had been put there because Ben thought maybe he might need it someday. He hated to toss anything he “might” need some day. It took me about 90 minutes to go through everything. For some reason, Ben had a bunch of chair casters. I must have found about 20 of them. I just put them in the recycle bin because I'm sure someone can do something with them. So now my next cleaning project will be the small bedroom which I refer to as my “office”. It will mostly be cleaning papers out of the drawers as I have already cleaned out the closet in that room. After lunch, Hiker and I went over and walked around the lake at Bridgeport-Valencia. Got up to 89° here today.