I got a phone call a few hours ago that my ex-husband, my first love, my high-school sweetheart, and the father of my two children, died this afternoon. We were not on the best of terms but not the worst of terms, either. He was 49. I've known him since I was 13 years old and he was 14, and I am deeply troubled by his passing. Our two sons, now ages 25 and 23, did not have a very good relationship with their father. The oldest one really didn't have a relationship with him at all, and Alfred always thought he could make things right with his boys "someday". Well, someday never came. My DH is very understanding of my grief (we have been together almost 9 years--my ex and I have not been together for more than 22 years). I am so blessed and so grateful to have the husband I have. I don't even know how to feel right now. This is just hard, but especially for my boys. Alfred had a daughter with his second wife, and his little girl died from leukemia three years ago when she was 16. It comforts me to know they are together now.