On March 13, 2013 (37 weeks, 2 days ago), my husband left our driveway at 7:59 pm with a family friend as a favor. At 8:08 pm (which i learned about at 10:17 pm later that night) the car in which he was a passenger missed a curve on the county highway one mile from our home, and hit a tree. My husband was life-flighted to Mercy Medical Trauma Center, where he was pronounced dead at age 50.
I was 14 years old, he was 16 when we met. We were highschool sweethearts, best friends, soul mates, and parents to 4 children, ages 6, 21, 23, and 27. We grew up together, loving each other for 33 years. 71% of our lives on Earth were spent together.
I am far from "cured" of the ravages this journey has inflicted on me nor is my family.