It was a normal Tuesday morning in January or at least that is what we thought. I had just started busy season as a tax accountant. That meant I usually tried to get up and out of the house early. My late husband worked rotating shifts and it was his day off after coming off nights on Sunday. This meant he needed to wake up and get the twins ready so that I could get to work earlier than normal. He was very cranky and out of sorts that morning. His skin was pale and he looked like he was coming down with something. When I woke the twins, my son looked flushed so I grabbed the thermometer and sure enough he was running a fever. Al (my late husband) did not seem impressed that he would be staying home with a sick kid. I remember looking at him and asking him if he was good. He said who me? I’m fine just tired. I kissed them all good bye and headed to work. It was one of those days where I was feeling pretty productive. I checked in with Al around 10:30 to see how our son was feeling. He said he was doing better just chilling watching some cartoons. I felt relieved that maybe it was just a short bug that he had caught so I continued on with my day. I felt good that I got a large tax return done and text my late husband about how good it felt to have that under my belt. He never replied but about 30 minutes later my phone rings and it was his phone calling me. I picked it up expecting it to be him giving me an update on our son; however, it was my son and his tiny little voice on the other end saying he couldn’t wake up daddy. I was already surprised to hear his voice as he was only 6 at the time and never cared to know how to work the phone like his sister did. I asked him what do you mean bubba? He said I shake him and tell him to wake up and he won’t mommy. I was confused and knowing he slept pretty hard and my son has a rather quiet voice told him to kind of jump on him. I was never expecting it. My son said he still wouldn’t wake up and I started to panic and said I’ll be right there. Well at the time I lived 15 minutes from home and when I was walking out the office my office manager could tell something wasn’t right. I told her my son couldn’t wake up his Daddy. She stopped me at the door and had grabbed two of the partners of the firm who then drove me home and had me call 911 on the way. I was still on the phone with my son and told him help was on the way. That he was going to have to let them in the house. He said mommy I’m scared. I told him I know I am too bud. I’m coming to you as fast as I can. My co-workers and I prayed on the way there. When we pulled into our house which was on a dead-end road in a small town there were fire trucks, ambulances, volunteers and all the like. They wouldn’t let me inside and all they could say is he’s gone...