I was with Cheryl LeRoux for nine years and married for seven. She battled breast cancer for almost a decade. On August 26, 1996, while sleeping in the chair pushed next to her bed at Northwest Hospice, an attendent woke me and said, "Sir, Cheryl has died."

Some photographs of Cheryl (I called her "LeRoux") and samples of her sketch diary can be found at CherylLeRoux.com