My Boaz Has Come

All of us want a story that begins, “once upon a time” and ends “and they lived happily ever after.” The day the tragic motorcycle accident tore my husband Paul's physical presence from my arms, my world collapsed. My fairytale became a nightmare; my life as I knew it ended. With Paul's “promotion to heaven,” our marriage of twenty-eight years was over. I became a widow.

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