I lost my husband on 7/18/2016, same day with his birthday due to heart attack and I don't think  I'll be able to recover from it. It was all so sudden, none of us expected that it can actually happen to him.

Woke up on a Monday morning , got a call from his coworker and I was told that something happened to him and that I needed to go to the hospital immediately.

Was told that he was gone...that they found him unconscious, his lips and hands are already violet.. 

No, this could not be happening.. not on his birthday...

Though I had already been crying all the time as I headed to the hospital to see his body, I was still hoping that I will get to see him alive, at least to say good bye... to say happy birthday... to say I love you...to say hey.. i'm already here.. wake up.. don't worry I'll take care of you.. let's go home ... our kids are waiting for you.. we still have a lot things to do right?

Gets harder and harder each day... thinking that I wont be seeing him again, wont be hearing his voice again, the way he laughs , the way he gets mad.. him playing and dancing with our children..everything about him...unbearable pain... 

I just hope and pray that he would guide me so that I can raise our kids well, that he will become our angel and would still protect us from harm as he did before. 

May God give us all the strength to surpass this..

I love you "papa ko" and I miss you... thank you for everything..