It was a day like any other. Taking care of everyone, going to doctor, etc. Then someone comes at dinner time...Aaron did not come home from work, and we found that he had been in an accident. He died almost instantly from multiple blunt force trauma. I can still hardly believe it, and it is two months later.

Of course, I share many of the same feelings as the rest of this select club...all the guilt, sorrow, anger, sadness, despair...the list goes on and on. It is funny how you do so…