Brad was the love of my life. After about 10 years apart, we were reunited. We were married and started a life together. I gave birth to our miracle son on August 26th 2005. It was a wonderful shocking gift that God gave us. We were in love and we were happy. We created a son together, and to say the least I couldn't have been happier. I had everything I ever needed and wanted. Then, on November 3, 2006, I told my husband I was going to get us breakfast at a local restaurant. When I left, he was still lying in bed. When I returned 1 hour later, he was still in bed. I went to wake him and he wasn't breathing. I panicked. I did CPR and mouth-to-mouth until the ambulance came with no response. I arrived at the hospital with the ambulance and they tried to revive him for an hour. They came and told me, “Mam, I am sorry. We tried, he is gone." All I could do is scream and scream. Needless to say, that is the day I lost my life and lost any chance of happiness. For without him, I don't want to live.