My husband was murdered in the line of duty.
On March 19, 2013, my husband answered a call not knowing he would soon be leaving this earth and making Heaven his new home. I do not have full details of what happened as we are still waiting for the trial. What I do know is my husband was shot as he was running for his life. You see, he was a Village Public Safety Officer (VPSO) and was not allowed to carry a gun for his own protection. However the entire village knew he was unarmed and every household had at least one gun if not several for hunting purposes. He was shot in the thigh, abdomen, chest, and the final shot was to the back of the head. I declared I would be his voice to help get the VPSOs armed and this is now in the process and moving forward. We were called to pastor a church in 2000 to a village in the bush of AK. We loved it! In 2011 my husband felt he wanted to serve a village in the role as a safety officer knowing it was dangerous and couldn't carry a gun. We didn't get to see each other much and with health issues I moved back to our home state and to look for our future retirement home. We spent three weeks together last November and that was the last time I saw him. We talked by phone when we could between his call outs and the three hour time difference. On March 19 I had four close law enforcement friends and one of my husbands hunting buddies show up at my door with the news of his death. I immediately experienced the shock! I will not go on with details but will say that 4th of July was the hardest weekend ever when reality hit me. It was then that I realized he wasn't coming home. For weeks it seemed like everything was normal but I just couldn't talk with him. I could feel myself spiraling downwards quickly and had to make a decision to go there or not. I chose to not let the depression take control. Instead I took control of it. I have done much better since. I know my briefing is not complete but at this point I feel I can start looking for a new normal in life knowing I will see him again. I also know complete closure will not take place until the trial is over and I can visit the village to love on the people and let them know I am okay. And to visit my husbands resting place under the tree and place a cross in his memory. He is missed greatly and this has affected all of my family and especially one granddaughter who is six. We are still walking down the road of grieving but each day takes us closer to final step of complete closure.
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