"The horror of it was only compounded by my having to tell my seven-year-old and five-year-old daughters that their daddy was never coming home."
Twenty-four years ago today, I lost my first husband. Rather than write about it yet again, I thought I'd just post the link for the story, written on the 20th anniversary of his death. If you want to know a little bit more about my life, I invite you to read it.
Tears in a bottle