When I said my vows, the whole, “til death do us part” thing wasn’t supposed to happen when I was 32. I lost my husband 8 years ago now. Some days it feels like just yesterday. I am a single mother to a wonderfully, creative 10year old girl who didn’t get to know the best man she’ll ever know. Although she doesn’t know it, she has kept me sane. I am a nurse by trade and in my career have worn many hats. I’ve seen grief and death on the other side but had not ever experienced a loss so great as this. Telling my story is something I’ve wanted to do for a while but I was unsure of how to do that and I allowed doubt and a defeatist attitude to keep me from sharing my story. If I am able to touch at least one person and let them know they are not alone, then I will be content. This may be one of the hardest things to do…to be raw and real with my audience, especially after 8 years. So here goes…