My Everything, My Best Friedn, My betterhalf, My husband.
by Suzanne Harrick
I’ve been missing someone whom was my better half, please forgive me for speaking out loud but, I have something I need to say.
It was two years ago starting the morning of April 15, The last time I saw Tony alive, I’ll never forget that day, it was beautiful, that morning the birds were singing so loud, you wanted to open the window and say shhhhhh, the air smelled so fresh and clean, and the sun, as it rose, it felt like summer was surely around the corner. It was the day before Easter that year. What a day, a perfect day. The night turned cold and dark as the phone rang around 11:45pm, I was told to go to the hospital there had been an accident, I remember collapsing from the news, I was not told of my husbands injuries, just get to the hospital, I was too upset to drive so friends took me to where I needed to be. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by police and counselors and whisked away into a room where they told me to wait and a doctor would be in to talk to me. It wasn’t much longer maybe 45 minutes it seems like an eternity, a doctor finally some answers, where’s my husband, can we see him, how is, is he breathing, the doctor took my hand and said, my husbands injuries were to sever and he didn’t make it.The lump in my throat and the pit in my stomach, were just some of the emotions I felt at that moment…… The days and weeks that past are pretty much a blur to me…..My husband had been killed by a drunk driver, doing one of the things he loved most, riding his motorcycle and hanging with friends. This man that took my husbands life, 1 hour after the accident, blew a 2.7, he also didn’t feel he could handle jail time, so after he managed to get bonded out of jail, he fled, he ran away. This coward left me and our family, all our friends with no closure to this incredibly painful time in our lives. I wake up each morning feeling like I’m lost. I can’t think of a single thought without thinking about my better half, my husband, my best friend, my everything. I know my husband watches over me and one day I’ll see him again, but until then. I’m lost without him.
My Husband's Birthday was the week before his accident, he was 49.