Posted by Rita Johnson on December 01, 2002 at 00:52:00:
I dont know how to write for one of these things so ill give it a try. On august 9,2002 I was awakened by the police banging on my hotel room door up at arlington wash. they had been trying most of the night to find myself and my parents(we were attending a family reunion in the area). I had to call home and was given the news that my husband had been killed on his motorcycle.since this time i feel like my heart has been ripped out,and that my reason to go on is no longer. This happened a week before my birthday, and oct. 16 would have been our third anniv. we were starting a new life with anew home and everything. I am having a hard time with the aspect of being alone and not knowing what to do. The nights are the worst. I hate to leave home,because i feel closest to him here. I wish i hadnt gone to the family reunion. Maybe if i had been here....