It's all Phils fault

Before Phil died I was in good health. I really had no problems at all. Thinking about it today I realized everything is Phil's fault. He took such good care of me, I just can't live up to that. I think it is because he always held my hand no matter where we were. I am not sure if he was keeping me close by or holding himself up. I miss that. I miss having him around to protect me and keep me in check. He was always telling me what to do and what not to do. I didn't realize at the time how good that was for me. I know I have wonderful friends, but they can't take his place. I miss that grumpy old man!! I need a hand to hold.