Daniel
Daniel It was a Thursday night. I was wearing navy blue pajamas with peaches on them when I heard someone knocking on my front door. It was a loud knock, the kind you feel in your gut that you can't ignore. I immediately got up and opened the door and in front of me stood four police officers. I remember his voice as he asked, "Are you Dianna Wagoner?" and "Is Daniel Wagoner your husband?" As I replied yes, my eyes focused on their faces, and they held a look of somber respect that I will never forget. The very next sentence changed everything: "Ma'am I'm sorry to tell you your husband has passed away." I stood there for what felt like an hour staring at them. I only asked one question: "Are you absolutely [...]