My husband, Mickey, never cam home. We went to bed and woke up to stroke. The first year two years i was waiting for him to get better. So in this third year i have come to grips with the fact of being alone and with out him. He lives someplace else and i visit him. I keep busy with work, the gym and my dog sitting. This summer i joined a local Beach Club. I am taking computer lessons and a quilting class. On a social note I get together (sometimes for a weekend away) with other people who have ill spouses. It really sounds like quite a lot but I still cannot help thinking of my old life with Mickey. A question that nags at me -- How would it be to have Mickey home? I don't know the answer. Some days i am sure I could never do it, and other days I haven't a doubt that of course i could do it. But the doctors took that question away from me. So I try to keep busy and positive. I have found tremendous support in this web site.