I am a 22-year-old mother of three, and I lost my husband in Aug. of 2001. Here is my story.
My husband left on a Friday to deliver a horse to Utah. On Saturday night, I had a terrible dream about death. I had never lost anyone before, and the feelings in my dream were so strong. I called my mother the next morning, and she said that it may be about her because she has a heart condition. Little was I to know that in less than 48 hours my life was about to become a nightmare.
I got a call in the middle of the night on Sunday to inform me that he was lost in the desert. I sat up all night talking to police and waiting. I knew that I would never see him alive again. I called my in-laws to tell them. The next morning, we got a call that they found him; my in-laws and I left right away. Less than five minutes later, they called us back; he was gone.
The next week or two are kind of a blur. I didn't sleep or eat—I was in shock. Surrounded by his family helps. He was burried on the 25th at his family's ranch in Mexico. To anyone who may be going through the same thing, I can say it only gets easier with faith and lots of time.
He only lived 27 years and left behind two daughters and a son. The last seven months of life have been a nightmare. Yet I can say for the first time in 7 months, I do believe that I will make it through this. Don't try to get over it, you never will. Try to get through it. I am trying to keep faith, but it is still so painful and hard. Good luck to every one.
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