This past Friday (the 15th of May) was the worst day of my life since February 26, 2015- the day I watched my husband stop breathing in our driveway as the EMTs were trying to get him into the ambulance.  I can still remember everything that happened that day and every image of him turning gray is painfully engraved in my mind.  But last Friday is the day that I have been dreading since that day.  I was downstairs after having to punish our 5 year old son and could hear him crying…

When my husband passed away, a lot of people would say he was taken too soon since he was 39 at the time of his death.  All I could think was he wasn't taken, he was stolen. Stolen from me and our son. Stolen from his family and friends. Just plain stolen from the world.  He was definitely my other half. That one person that would love me and be by my side forever. And I thought we'd have forever when we said I do.  Little did I know that forever for us would only be 8 short years.  8 short,…