My desolate nights bring no rest, no reprieve

“My husband was brutally killed four weeks after our wedding day... What impact has this had on my life? Need I repeat the devastating details and the cruelty in which this occurred? Should I speak again of how we were robbed of our future? Of the plans that were stolen from us? Should I describe my torment over the children that will never come to be? Or, like so many people, are these heartbreaking details etched into your mind in the shattering way that they will forever remain in mine?

“Four weeks was all I had to call him my husband, four weeks to be called his wife. My life often feels bleak, hopeless, irreparable.

“My desolate nights bring no rest, no time for reprieve from this utter turmoil. Every aspect of my life since Andrew was taken is bitterly different.

“Every moment of my life before Andrew was taken was imprinted with his love and his presence. A fact in which I alone can only truly understand.

“So not only did these men take my true, beautiful love away from me, not only did they rob a brother, son, uncle and friend from all who love him, but they took our future, too.

“They took more than one life away that day. They stole the person that I used to be, the happiness that we shared and the beautiful plans we had made together.”