He died on May 29th of this year in Cuba, I was able to be by his side until his last day.

Yesterday I was suspended with pay from work as a result for a hearing I had in June of this year when I came back from Cuba after being a month out there.

I brought back all the proof they needed like a death certificate, plane ticket stubs, emails, but it looks like it wasn't enough and now I'm facing a future without a job. It seemed so ironic that they would send me home on what would have been his 50th birthday, I was in pain all day but stayed strong because my children depend on me to be well and work.

I feel weak, lost, in so much pain, I want to be ok but I can't and as days go by my pain does not subside.

I can't even go visit his grave because he is buried in Cuba.

My daughter is so little, she's only 2 she will never know what his love felt like, he was an amazing father.