R.I.P.

At 5:30pm yesterday, Tucker S. Shapiro passed away in my kitchen. His heart as big as it was, stopped working and he died shortly before I arrived home from work traumitizing my other roomate. I tried to hold him as long as I could for the past three days after a hopeful visit with his Dr. Poor Tucker stopped eating, and feebly fought death until his last gasp of life. He spent the last month or so sleeping a lot eating whatever he wanted, usually bacon, chicken and lots of butter. He probably had a high cholesterol count but he live 15 1/2 very long and exciting years travelling between Boston and New York City. I loved him like no other man in my life. He was my best friend and the only consistent support through all my traumas and joys of life. I will always love and remember you Tucker, nothing or no one will ever replace you in my heart.

MOM/SARA