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‘We had a big fight. I took a bath to rinse off the negative energy. You wrote your goodbye letter.’: Woman loses veteran husband to suicide, ‘you were excited for our baby to be born, you didn’t make it this far’

“I heard our bedroom door shut. I thought you were just going to shower. I tried to find my phone and heard your body hit the floor. You were struggling. I ran upstairs, the door was locked. I tried to kick it in. ‘How the hell do people do this?!’ Throwing my body into the door, I begged you with all of my might to let me in.”

‘I cried when I found your daughter lying in a ditch, high on meth, but you didn’t know.’: Police officer claims ‘we’re people too’ in emotional letter, ‘no training can prepare us for the things we see’

“I was devastated when I found the 32-year old veteran dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound, but you didn’t know. I missed my kids birthdays, school plays, and family trips because I had to work, but you didn’t know. I was never comfortable at social gatherings because with the things I’ve seen, I can’t trust anyone. I had problems, just like everyone else, but you didn’t know.”

‘Zane got a call from a fellow soldier. He knew a young woman who was expecting a baby. She wanted a loving family for him. ‘We might be getting a baby!’ I was stunned, ecstatic, and terrified.’

“The day finally arrived. The doctor opened the door, popped his head in and said, ‘How about Monday?’ I glanced over to see her expression. ‘Sounds good!’ On the inside I was doing a full-blown happy dance. My thoughts were screaming, ‘That’s MY birthday!!! His birthday is going to be MY birthday!’”

‘Hours began to pass, and still no Andy. I called him. It went to voicemail. Then I saw it. The paddleboard, empty.’: Widow still has no answers after husband drowned, but ‘will never know how, why’

“I was pregnant with our third child, and my hormones had gotten the best of me. I grabbed my phone and called 9-1-1. I started screaming his name, ‘ANDY, ANDY, ANDY,’ as I frantically looked on the shoreline that was covered in trees. I hear the sirens roaring, coming in my direction. My neighbor heard me repeating, ‘I don’t want to live without him, I want to die,’ as I knelt in the grass.”

‘I got on the bus. 3 boys yelled at me, ‘Hey white boy!’ ‘Mom, I was nervous.’ After all, I was the only white boy on the bus. They asked if I use the N-word. ‘No,’ my Stepdad is black. He’s my family.’

“Austin, my son with autism, asked him, ‘Have you killed anyone in a war?’ I quickly tried to hush him up. He looked at Austin and said, ‘No, but I know bullets can kill.’ Austin looked perplexed. ‘Do you like video games?’ ‘Yes, I love video games.’ Austin smiled from ear to ear.”

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