The morning of my husband’s funeral started with steady gray rain sliding down the bedroom window of the house we bought together in the American Midwest. I helped my ten-year-old daughter into her black dress, watched my seven-year-old son clutch the stuffed bear his dad had won him at a county fair, and somehow found the strength to tell them we were going to say goodbye to Daddy. At the church and cemetery, people from our town hugged us and said how sorry they were. My husband had been a goo

After my emotional farewell to my husband, i walked out of the hospital crying… but when i caught two nurses whispering a secret that changed everything, i couldn’t believe what i was hearing… I sat on a wooden bench outside Vanderbilt University Hospital, clutching my hands together until my knuckles turned white. The spring air carried the sweet scent of blooming dogwoods, but none of it reached me. My husband, Daniel Carter, was lying in the intensive care unit behind those walls, fighting fo