First the story of our love:
My love and I met over 10 years ago when he hired me to help him run his retail store. I instantly thought he was attractive, but I was in a committed relationship and he was married. He chose me to be his assistant manager when we moved locations and I was allowed to get just a little closer to him. At the end of our run at that location, after the store closed down, I had lost all contact with him. He saw something in me that no one else did, he took a chance on me..
Fast forward 8 1/2 years. I had gotten out of the relationship I was in (it turned out VERY BADLY). I was going to attend our mutual friends commitment ceremony. I got "dressed up" and went to the ceremony. Shortly after I was there, my love walked in. We were both all smiles, and made small talk to try to catch up with each other. I followed him around like a puppy dog the whole night. Our friends had convinced us to swap numbers at the end of the night. That was the start of it, we were inseparable. We had found the other half to our whole. We were working toward our life together.
Fast forward a year, a week, and 4 days. My love was on his way back to the office from a delivery and was 2 blocks away from our home. He went to change lanes on our little country highway, was clipped by a truck, which sent him into oncoming traffic. He was hit by another driver doing 60-65 miles an hour. We were told he died instantly. He passed away at 7:02 pm. We were not notified for several hours.
The hours inbetween: At around 6:45 I looked at my phone and thought "Hmm hadn't heard from him a bit, I should check in" I messaged him, and facebook messaged him, nothing. I called him, it rang and rang and rang. I could hear the sirens and see the back up from the accident out our bedroom window. It couldn't be him.. around 7:30 I told his mom that there had to be something wrong.. I couldn't get a hold of him. We called the police department for the small town adjacent to us (he was coming from there) to see if we could find out if he was in the accident. They could not release the info to us yet. I called every hospital that I knew of. He wasn't there. I called his work, maybe he was at the shop and he wasn't paying attention to his phone. "He left here at 6:45 and hasnt returned", it was nearly 8 pm. Called a police station, thinking maybe, hopefully he had gotten pulled over and he was ok. He wasn't there either. Panic seriously set in.
10:30 pm, I look out our bedroom window and see two state troopers pulling up our street, shining flashlights at the mail boxes. I knew it was him... I hoped for a split second that he was in the car. When the pulled up to the house the state trooper asked if we knew him.. And that is when she told us that he was in a accident and he did not make it..
Since then my life has been upside down. His mother and I planned the funeral and laid him to rest on the 19th of November. He was only 40. We had so many more years that we should have spent together.