Michael had been killed by multiple roadside bombs while serving in Baghdad, Iraq.
My soul mate, biggest fan and partner in crime had been taken from me by the most simplest of actions...the push of a detonator button.
I was lost, I was confused, I was broken hearted, I was torn, but for some reason I was still breathing. At first this was something I despised, the inhale, the exhale. As time passed I realized that there was still his love throbbing through my veins, and for that simple reason I could not give up.
I've embraced life, and even though my grip is not always the tightest, I will never let go.
I am a wife.
I am Michael's Widow.....
And that is who I am.