For 18 years I called you my husband, and loved you every minute. On June 9,2024 well at work I got a call that broke my heart. I was informed you had passed away. How do I let you go? How do I keep moving. I should not be a widow at 44. One week after our daughters 14th birthday I had to call your mom and tell her her only son was dead. And go home and tell our three girls their dad had passed away. Deviated is an understatement. I don't know who I am without you. How do I keep fighting and living without my heart. We had a life we shared, and everywhere I look I see places we used to go. Now I had to send our middle daughter to her first day of highschool without you there. Thomas I love you and I always will. You where my reason for getting up and working so hard. My breath, my heart beat, my life. How do you go on after you buried your heart?