A Typical Sunday

It was a typical Sunday or so I thought. It was April 1st, 2012. We had just finished feeding our 1 year old breakfast and packed the car to go visit his parents. We were traveling the very same road we traveled every time we went to visit. How was this day any different? Well, we didn't make it. We were only 3 miles from home when the accident happened. A Sunday that will haunt me forever. Why did he have to go? How was it that our daughter and I were okay and walked away? I ask these questions everyday. The details of the accident are too tragic to share but knowing that you are helpless in saving the one you love is the hardest thing to deal with everyday.

He was a wonderful person. A wonderful husband and a devoted father. He was so excited because we were getting ready to announce that we were expecting again. He was full of life and lit up the room when he walked in. I am so completely lost with out him but have to be strong for our daughter and this unborn child. That in it self is a struggle. I don't feel like I have mourned him yet because I have to take care of her and myself. It still seems so surreal. I never in a million years thought, at 31 I would be a widow. He was only 30.
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2 Responses May 6, 2012

What a difficult circumstance you have been handed. My heart aches for you. I am a widow of almost two years with three adopted special needs children. My husband's death was quick and totally unexpected. Together, the children were easy to care for, alone at times I feel more than overwhelmed. However, I have found that having to care for the children's needs is what has made the time pass due to being so busy. (We had just moved hundreds of miles away from "home" and so I have limited support). It will be difficult but, the children will actually keep you going through this journey. At the end of 2 years, I can say it has slowly gotten easier. All the best

Mourning will find its own time; just respect it when it comes to you, and don't hold back. For now, you have his daughter to care for, bills and taxes to pay, all the paperwork of ending.<br />
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Keep in mind -- we are many, you do not have to be -- and should not be for too long -- alone. Let us know how you are doing, read our stories -- every path is different, yet much the same.<br />
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Wishing you and your daughter peace ...