Death, even one as shocking and unbearable as Kevin's, doesn't stop the outrage. I went to pick up a copy of the preliminary autopsy report yesterday and requested a copy of the hospital records on Kevin. Well, thanks to HIPAA, that's not possible. I need a letter from a judge stating that I'm authorized to view my dead husband's hospital records. Now you can't tell me that was the intention of those Congressional morons. But it is a classic example of how a well-intentioned but poorly written law can become a nightmare for people in so many ways.

I was able to pick up the preliminary autopsy report. Kevin died of a heart attack - a massive one. I was with him when he died -- and I tried to save him. I will never forget those minutes as long as I live. Though they worked on him for almost an hour between the ambulance and the emergency room, they never got a pulse. He never drew another breath. But I won't write much about it here. Kevin was a very private person and I've always respected that. I will say often he was my best friend -- and he could make me laugh any time he wanted to. Don't know where I go from here but will take it one small step at a time.