This is hard to even tell our story but I think it will help to talk about it, so here goes. On may 30th 2014 we dropped my husband off at work at 7 am , as we're walking out the door to meet him for lunch his mother pulled up to let me know he had passed. At about 10:15. My husband and I have been together for 18 years. We have 4 young children as well as his older three with his ex. I see them all as my children, they have a loving mother, they have been such a huge part of my life for so long and I love them to death. Our kids are 5,6,8,10,18,20,&21. It is so very hard to explain the pain and feelings we are all going through. He is the only man I have ever been with, my best friend, the love of life. The best dad to our children. I don't know how to continue breathing every day, our whole world changed in that one instance. The way in which he died is hard to deal with as well, he was on a industrial elevator and decapitated, that's a horrible way to go. I want to know he felt nothing, the kids want to know he instantly went to God. This is all so very hard, never thought I'd be a widow at 32. Never thought we wouldn't grow old together. It's hard to think straight. I miss him and love him so much!