For twelve years, I believed I was in a blissful marriage with the most wonderful man in the world. It was only after his tragic demise in a car accident at the age of 36 that I discovered the true identity of my late husband.
Awaiting Greg’s return for dinner, my world shattered when the phone rang. His tearful assistant delivered the devastating news—Greg was gone. He had been struck by another vehicle while entering his car.
The words echoed in my mind relentlessly: Greg is gone; I’m alone. It felt surreal. We were young and happy—how could he be gone? How could I wake up and not find him there?In a daze over the next few days, my friends provided unwavering support, guiding me through the funeral and the necessary ceremonies that accompany death, designed to help the living move forward. Yet, deep within, I knew I would never…….Read Full Story Here…………….
