You never think it’ll happen to you. You hear about it in stories on social media. Stories on the news. You watch it in movies. Maybe even read about it in books if you’re into those kinds of things. But you never in a million years think you’re going to be a widow at 28. It’s not something you prepare for, like sure, ONE day you’ll lose your spouse. But at 28? No. How is this even possible, one year and two months later I still ask myself this question pretty often. We were supposed to grow old together, raise the boys, have many anniversaries, trips, vacations, birthdays, holidays, all of the things. All of those things were cut short, because of cancer. Fuck cancer.