Tonight I lay here in the arms of my husband and I think of her. The woman who lost her husband and watched as he was assassinated right in front of her eyes. She will never hear him say "I love you" again. She won't share a kiss with him or hold his hand. She will forever remember September tenth. For it will hold an ache in her heart. She has to raise two beautiful babies without him. While time passes by so slowly for her, it seems that the world is passing her by. She had to tell two babies that their daddy wasn't coming home. That they will never see him again. That he will miss Christmas and birthdays and he won't get to walk his daughter down the aisle. He won't get to teach his son how to drive a car. I think about her. The hell she is facing knowing he is gone.