November 2012. My life as I knew it ended. My husband left home to do what he loved — cook soup for his church community. One moment vibrant, chopping vegetables with the children of the church. The next moment gone. He left home giving me one last kiss saying, “‘let’s do something this afternoon. I really want to be a good husband.” I didn’t know you could die in the space between heartbeats. He left me with three children to raise and a half-finished, jerry-rigged farmhouse to which only he had the instruction manual. Thank you for joining me on my journey.