Life changed forever on this date eleven years ago. My husband, Kenneth, was killed in an accident. He was 38 years young.
In those first days and weeks, I thought I, too, would die. I knew I had to go on, to live for my three children. They needed me. And, I, them- more than I even realized.
There were many hard times, but we did make it through.
Every day Kenneth is remembered. Sometimes it is in the
words of a song, in laughter, in tears or a sunset.
Kenneth lives on- in our hearts and our memories.