I started scanning the backyard, turning my head to the left-side of the yard lined with crepe myrtles in full bloom, then the center, and finally to the right-side of the yard. When I saw my husband, he was wearing his pajamas. He had been standing on a small step stool and was now on his knees so it first appeared as if he was sitting on the stool. Then, suddenly in disbelief I saw the yellow rope around his neck and realized I was seeing my husband of 33 years hanging from a tree. I screamed his name as I collapsed on the picnic table like a limp rag doll.
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