I’m here again with a sad story. My husband was in a fatal accident on Dec. 31. He passed on Jan. 1, New Year’s Day. I’ve been with this man for 14 years. This would have been our 15th year together on July 4, which is my birthday too.
Let me tell you about what I lost and took for granted. This man rubbed my feet and rubbed my back when I was tired. When I was on medication he walked me to the bathroom at night to make sure I did not fall. Every time I was in a hospital, no matter how far away I was, he made his way to get to me. He helped me get off of drugs. He and I have been fighting alcoholism for a long time and he was still by my side.
Not a day went by that he didn’t tell me he loved me, and every day I told him I loved him. I miss him so much. There’s nothing that can take the place of a man like that who will give you anything, do anything for you. I never thought that he would be gone. Now I’m without him — that’s the worst feeling in the world.
It was a crazy accident. My husband was on the side of the highway fixing the car when some man came on the side of the highway trying to beat traffic and hit my husband and killed him. Now he’s gone and I can’t bring him back. I feel angry. I’m upset. I feel devious. I feel revenge. I feel everything. But I have to let God take his course and handle it.
I hope you have someone in your life like that. Don’t take it for granted. They might be here today but they could be gone tomorrow in an instant. You could have never told me a man that I had could disappear like that, and it wasn’t even his fault. I wish I had more than 15 years, it’s just not enough. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man, but now he’s gone. He knew I loved him and I know he loved me.
