On October 29, 2005 I lost my precious husband to a hunting accident. His sister's husband shot him. It took me almost four years to heal and would never have let go if not for Michael. Michael and I were high school sweet hearts who got back together after 30 years. We lived together for one year and last Saturday, the happiest day of my life, we were married. On Sunday night while rushing to our sailboat in a terrible storm, he drove his little ford ranger under a tree fallen across the road. I was killed instantly. I don't know how or what I feel. My insides have been ripped out twice now.