On July 3rd, 2020, I woke up to find my 45 year old husband had died in his sleep.
I was 39 years old, and now a solo parent to my then 9, 5, and 3 year old children.
This is my story and how I learned that unfortunately, strong is your only option.
"I could tell that he was dead. That's a color you don't know until you know."
"How about a bra? Cause I was like in my pajamas, right?"
"The hardest part will be for the rest of my life is walking this with my kids who miss their dad."