On Sunday afternoon Tim came in from working outside and told me he had to go to the hardware store around the corner and get a new weed trimmer. He knew I wouldn't want to go for a ride to the hardware store; anywhere else and I would have gone along with him. He was gone for almost two hours and I started to get worried. I was outside pulling weeds by the side of the driveway when he pulled in. He got out of the truck and didn't say a word when I asked him what took him so long. He just quietly walked to the back of the SUV and opened the tailgate. (I have to stop typing because even now, sixteen years later I can't see the computer keys for the tears.)