The first steps

I held my sons and cried tears of fear and uncertainty. I had my sons but felt so alone. They too were alone. No more husband, no more Daddy.

That first night alone in our home (did I mention we moved into our dream home on 29 February 2012, on 29 April 2012 Mikhail was dead ) was tough. My sons slept in my bed. We were scared but put on brave fronts just to get by. I remember praying and blessing our home before going to bed. God cradled us that night..he continues to do that to this day…