Hurts Deeper Than Anyone Will Know

The day my husband was murdered, it was around 3 P.M. God knows, when I received the call saying that my husband was shot, and may be dead, I remember calling his cell phone repeatedly begging for him to pick up. I drove over to the location, I had been told the shooting occurred. My heart dropped once I got to the scene, and they told me he was dead and they were trying to revive him. I was torn apart, and it hurt me so bad, that words couldn't even describe how I felt. It was unbearable. He was my soul mate and best friend until death did us apart. After my husband's death I had gotten so sick. In Dec. of 2013, I was in the hospital with a 20% functioning kidney due to stress. I am a prime example that God is real! I stay prayed up. The pain I feel to this day, hurts deeper than anyone will ever know.