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‘I hate he’s not here to carve pumpkins, or yell out ‘Happy Halloween’ and cackle. He was just gone.’: Grieving wife says husband ‘never let us down,’ so now it’s her turn to step up

“He painted her room at her whim. He hung trophy shelves and pretended to be a monster during her sleepovers. He danced to ‘Hannah Montana.’ And then, he was just gone. She started to grow up. She didn’t go fishing anymore. The posters came down. She retired from gymnastics. She changed.”

‘Lathered in sunscreen, poolside, I suddenly realized my son wasn’t with me. My eyes hit the shallow end. I spotted a toddler completely submerged in water. The world stopped. I plunged in.’

“I was not the mother to make this kind of error. The mother who looked away. ‘If he’s alive, he’d be kicking, fighting.’ Why wasn’t he fighting? I pulled him onto the cement and thrusted my hand against his back. Fingernails pink, skin pale, lips discolored. His white knuckles gripped my neck. ‘ANDREW. Andrew, please come back to me.'”

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