12 years ago I lost my husband suddenly, in his sleep. We had been together for 9 years, married for 9 months. I was 33. My life, I believed, was exactly what I had always dreamed it would manifest into – a loving, intelligent, creative man at my side; a tranquil house; a job that I loved. I imaged the future set out before us for the next 50 years.
And in a heartbeat it changed. One minute his heart was beating. The next it stopped.
I lost everything that rainy April day. This is my journey to try and find myself again.