My husband was an Illinois State Trooper Motorcycle Officer who was struck by a tractor trailer during a traffic stop. He was only 32 and our children were 4 years old and 10 months.
So many people came to me after losing Kyle to ask what they could do to help. I didn’t know what to tell them, because I did not know myself. The traditional gifts of flowers and cards were very kind gestures, but they slowly faded as the weeks turned into months. As grief consumed me, my brothers and sister were there to help with their support and love.
One texted me daily about silly celebration days, such as National Chocolate Day and then would occasionally arrange a hands-on surprise according to that day’s celebration. Another came by my house and visited every day to make sure I was ok, helped me with anything I needed and connected with my kids. My sister didn’t leave my side for an entire month, even though she was in the middle of medical school. I also received regular calls and texts from my brother who lived several hours away.