It’s been 18 years since I lost my first husband and today’s been a little rough.
It’s been 18 years since I lost my first husband and today’s been a little rough. 18 years ago he left to head down to Florida to get his semi and return the rental he had been using. Shortly after he left I sent the kids off to school and I went into work.
That afternoon I got this, sick to my stomach feeling. (You know the kind you get when you know something isn’t right). I dismissed it and finished my work. When I got home I called him like I did everyday after work. But this time he didn’t answer his phone. 
There were only two reasons he never answered his phone, if he was offloading his truck or if he was going to the bathroom. I knew he wasn’t offloading his truck, because he had a full days drive to Orlando. So I assumed he must have stopped for a bathroom breaking and I waiting for him to call me back.
Only this time when the phone rang it wasn’t him. It was his job calling to let me know that he had been in a horrible accident.
He was in Louisville where he witnessed a lady roll her car in the median and pulled his semi over to the side of the road to help her from her car. While crossing the road to aid in her accident he was struck by a car going 70mph. He was taken to the hospital alive but unconscious and in serious condition.
Long story short. I didn’t make it to the hospital that night before he was gone. If you’ve never had to visit your loved one and say your goodbyes while they lay in a morgue consider yourself lucky. I don’t wish that kind of pain on anyway.
18 years…He’s officially been gone as many years as I knew him on this Earth. And even though I’ve “moved on” and I’m happily married now, not a day goes by that I don’t wish my 1st husband was here to see his kids and grandbaby grow up because they lost a damn good dad.
