I lost my husband 6 months ago. We were together 35 years. He was perfect or close to perfect as could be since they say no ones perfect. But seriously he was! He was the kindest sweetest loving man. He would do anything for anyone! And he was always doing something for someone. It was a Thursday and he was going to work. He worked 2nd shift. 3-11. He would pull around the corner from his work place on a dead end street and have a cigarette before going in. He would just park there and sit in his car. He did this everyday. Well on this particular day a car ran a stop sign and plowed into his car head on killing him instantly. The other car was going 98 mph. Why ? Why would somebody being drive this fast on a side street? Why did he have to kill my husband? Why ? I loved this man and was the luckiest girl in the world to have him! I miss him everyday and just want him back. This is so hard. I just feel like I’m in a fog and go through the emotions of living every day. But am I living because it sure don’t feel like it. We have 2 wonderful children and a new grandson that my husband couldn’t even meet! He was living for that day to see him and was cheated on that. I have so much anger so much anger that this happened to him. He was to good of a man to be gone. So why why is he?