A little help from my friends
I am 23 years old. My husband was 27. He passed away suddenly in a work related accident. He was in a work dump truck when the breaks gave out and he bailed from the vehicle. We met in a small college town. We had both gone for music degrees. He was the most amazing musician I have ever known. He could do anything on any instrument and knew the science of music. I never knew I could love someone as much. I used to say I couldn't image living a life without him. We have a two year old daughter. I try to keep his memory alive. It's hard and it becomes harder and harder to talk about with her. Thankfully I have all of his family and all of our wonderful friends to help me with the things I struggle with. I feel lucky to have had such a best friend, wonderful husband and father to my child, magical band mate, and a mentor for a lifetime. Although we didn't get many years it felt like a lifetime. I'm also lucky to have the family and friends he gave me. I miss my backup, my equal, my love...