At 34, I lost my wife, Stacey, in a tragic accident, or so I thought. Her father called to tell me the news, “Stacey… she’s gone.” When I returned, her mother told me,
“We didn’t want to wait… it was better this way,” leaving me overwhelmed and robbed of any chance to say goodbye.
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