What really is a natural disaster? It’s midnight and my husband called me at 5 PM and said he was on his way home. I sat by the fireplace. It was almost midnight, listening to the crackling of the burning wood and the warmth comforted me. I tried calling him several times, and texting him, but no reply. I knew something was wrong, something bad had happened. it was raining hard that night. I could hear the rain and the wind blowing, as my head was in a frenzy of worry. Where is my husband, my children’s father? The house was silent. The kids were sleeping. all I could hear was the TikTok of the grandfather clock then the bell rang. I knew if the bell rang at midnight, it was not a good thing. it was bad news. two police officers standing by my door frame giving condolences. I’m sorry to say your husband was in a car accident. He didn’t make it. He was hit by a drunken driver.hes gone? I told the police you must be mistaken, but it was no mistake. My first response was how do I tell the children that their father was gone? I had no family to turn to. He had a small life insurance policy, enough to pay for a funeral. I graduated high school, but no college. My job after the marriage was to take care of my children . after a month or so I had no choice but to get a part-time job and a local grocery store and living with the small money we had in the bank I was trying to make ends meet, but unfortunately, I could not maintain the obligations of owning a home by myself. I had no other choice, but to sell the house .I did not know what to do. I wanted my life back? I wanted my husband back. I wanted it the way it was . unfortunately it could never be.the kids and I rent an apartment.now.The kids eventually acclimated to the new school and I continue to work. I realized I must live for my children and I must be strong. My husband is with God right now, and all we have are memories. I realized reality for the first time, that life must go on, we must be.