July 17, 2015 started off normal as Frank kissed me good bye and said I love you before he rode off to work. He did that EVERY morning before we parted. A few minutes later as I was heading out, I got a call from my sister Connie letting me know that Frank got into a motorcycle accident and was being transported to Naval Hospital. I knew deep inside that the accident had to be bad for him to go to the military hospital and not the public hospital but, I prayed to God that no matter how bad it was that he would still be alive. Traffic seemed to be at a standstill and at the time, I didn't realize that it was Frank that had caused all that traffic. As I attempted to take another route I called my son so he could head to Naval Hospital too as I knew he would get there before me. Right when I entered the hospital and heard him yell "mom" , I knew that Frank was gone. In that moment, my life suddenly went dark. My heart hurt so bad I still can't describe the pain. Yet here I am 3 years later in a place of deep purpose and continuous healing and recovery. Being a widow has been the most difficult part of my story. But, it's also been the most fulfilling and humbling as I help more and more people heal and find deeper purpose in their own lives.
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