My wonderful husband of 10 years came home from the gym complaining of back spasms. I massaged his back and he said it was feeling better, he was even able to go kiss our young boys goodnight. I remember him asking if he should take a warm bath, I said it can't hurt.
So off I went to go clean the kitchen, start packing things for our trip to an amusement park the next day. I can remember that initial thought of where is he? Checking the basement and the garage before running upstairs... Knowing what I would find as I opened that door, it had been too long. I remember grabbing his face screaming his name. I still see his face as I found him. Everyday.
So here I am 6 months later in disbelief that this happened to him, to me, to us. And I guess to all of us here.
