My husband of 22 and a half years was shot and killed on January 8, 2014. It would have been 23 years come May. We have two kids together and lets just say I personally don't think that I can ever love again, at least never like that. I was 18years old when I met him and he was 19 years old. We are two years apart but his birthday comes in December. Yep, he had just turned 42 December 2013. This is the worst feeling in the world. I not only hurt for myself but a lot of my hurt is for our kids. I just don't know. I can't comprehend this at all. I understand death and have no problems what so ever with it. Its just how it happened for him. SHOT, in cold blood left to die on a cold sidewalk, all alone.Life really *ucks sometimes. Im done.