My husband Tom passed away on Sept. 5th, 2012 at our home after fighting cancer for two years. He was only 56 years old. I am devestated to say the least, we had only been married for one year and together for five years. A short but passionate partnership. He was my best friend, we went rockhounding, camping, hiking, played cribbage daily and just enjoyed each other's company. He was my Mountain Man, actually I named him Strong Dumb Man, when I met him. I mean that endearingly too. I was his Good Squaw. We both rode motorcycles and loved to just take off and go riding for the day. I am broken and so sad from this loss. Enough for now.