My 32 year old husband, Rich, passed away on January 13, 2004.
I was five months pregnant. The day before Rich passed we named
our unborn son Ethan - because it means strength. Our daughter,
Madison, had turned 2 years old only three weeks prior to Rich's
death. I was completely despondent and devastated for several months.
I was even briefly hospitalized. I was fortunate to have family
and friends to help me through the darkest days. Rich started this
website as a means of communication with our friends and family
when we moved to San Francisco in 2001. We returned to Pittsburgh 18 months
later - after he was diagnosed with malignant melanoma.. I continue
this journal now in homage to Rich. It has become a source of healing
and catharsis for me. These pages are filled with the courage, strength,
grace and humor of a young husband, father, son and brother. These
pages are filled with love and beauty. These pages are filled with
a pain and heartbreak so profound that it's a daily struggle to
not let go of hope. Thank you for your continued concern and prayers.
Please sign the guest book or contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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