January 28th, 2003. A day I'll never forget.

January 28th has weighed on my heart for the last 12 years. I wrote a detailed account of it a couple of years ago. And rather than year after year go into the details again and again, I'll direct you here, where you can read my story about the day that I lost my husband. The day my 9 month old baby lost his daddy. The day that I'll never forget.

There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of him. That I'm not reminded of him when I look at Zachary. And I won't lie, it completely threw me for a loop one day when I heard his laugh, only to look over to Zachary.



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