I called my parents to tell them that my husband died.

I love knowing this story is reaching people all over the world. Let me take you back to the day it all started.

It was a Saturday evening, September 14th. I was folding laundry in the living room while Emma watched cartoons upstairs.

Michael had gone to pick up groceries, just a quick run to the store, 20 minutes round trip. He’d kissed me goodbye at the door.