December 23, 1993
My wife, Jen, was picking up her mother from the airport the roads are icy. I told her that would get her but she insisted that she could do it. At about 8:26pm the police knocked on my door to tell me the woman I love lost control of the car and landed in a river sinking to her watery grave.
How am I to raise our child without her? How will I tell our sweet baby girl that she didn't get to spend her first Christmas with her mother?
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