When my husband took his last breath, it felt as though my hope, love, and joy, also dissipated into thin air like a whiff of smoke. Although I was alive and breathing, time seemed to have stopped. The love of my life, my soulmate had left me. I felt incapable of performing the simplest tasks that I had been doing for many years before we met. My second husband was the man I had dreamed of all of my life. Certain events occurred during our courtship that allowed him to prove that he loved me alone unconditionally. Ten months after we married, he was diagnosed with terminal liver and colon cancer. However, after his death, God had a stunning surprise in store for me - a new life with a pioneering life-changing purpose that I could never have envisioned. I was not dead after all.
