All my days are bad but Saturday's are worse. I wake up in the morning hearing the clock tick away. I'm emotionally paralized, can't function, can't think. And the nearer it gets to the evening the pain gets worse. My heart aches as I look at Gene's pictures and down at his ring that I took off and placed on my finger. All of my days have tears but Saturday's are non-ending despair.......I miss him so much. God give me the strenght to get through one more Sat night......the day my world e