He was on Methadone for pain. If I knew then what I know now, I would have insisted that he never be put on it in the first place. Our last day together was beautiful. We went to the mall, got the kids some clothes, and ate our last Dinner at Apple Bees. That night, he was talking out of his head, and acting really weird. I thought it was from the Benedryl. I had no idea that the last sentence he would ever speak would be completely incomprehensible. We had such a wonderful future planned out. Now I have to explain to my 4 year old on a regular basis that once you are in heaven, you don't come back. The morning I found my husband's body in our bed next to me is forever engraved in the deepest part of my memory. It is going to take years of therapy to help dull the pain of what this "miracle pain medication" caused. Our daughter was 6 months old when he died. Who is going to walk her down the isle when she gets married? Graduation? First lost tooth? Her first Christmas? Birthdays? Daddy should be here. Every little girl needs a daddy as dedicated as he was. Who is going to teach our sons how to be men? Who is going to go on field trips when they are in boy scouts? Who is going to teach them how to be men? 33 year-old healthy men aren't supposed to die and 24 year-old women are most certainly not supposed to be widows. None of this was supposed to happen. My heart is broken and all I am left with is a hole where my heart used to be.

We miss you, Rob
Your wife and babies