Sometimes, at home, in the middle of the night I would hear Don softly singing Joe Cocker’s ‘You are so beautiful to me’ over and over. How do you ever cope with losing someone who loved you like that? Maybe in the night he was awake with pain and just checking if I was awake, which I had to be by the end of the few lines he knew, but more often than not he just sang it. Someone able-bodied, who could turn over in the night and hold you in his arms, couldn’t have held me as beautifully and with as much love as Don did with his singing and other things. It was a way of being close in the dark. He didn’t want anything for himself. All he ever worked for and wanted was always for the girls and me and other people. Through that he drew pleasure. I was always beautiful to Don and he to me. This song brings me undone big time....