Our story today, inspired by the readers of AmoMama, started out like a dream…Boy meets girl, they fall in love. Get married, not too long after, they are blessed with a beautiful little boy. The picture-perfect family, as described by the media. John and Sandra were married in a bandstand at their favorite park where they had met as teenagers. They had dated for many years and decided they could not imagine spending their lives with anyone else by their sides, so they tied the knot and embraced a new future together. When their little boy Daniel was born they truly felt like the most blessed family in the world.
They were not a family of many means, often teetering on the edge of poverty. This meant little to them because they were so rich in love that their lives felt abundant nonetheless. They had a modest, but beautiful home that had a great garden with loads of potential. Sandra would sit on their back porch and watch their son playing in the flower bed, or running around a sprinkler on hot days. We all know how it goes, and in stories like these, something has to go wrong at some point right? That is exactly what happened, and like most tragedies, it was the least expected.
When Tragedy Strikes
John worked as a truck driver that transported goods between various towns. This meant that we worked long hours to make the entire route, and spent the occasional night away from home. He worked hard because they were still paying the mortgage for their home. His anniversary with Sandra was coming up soon, and he wanted to surprise her with a beautiful gift so he started working double time in order to cover everything that month. This meant long nights of driving on roads that feel endless, he shrugged off the dread. It would be worth it in the end.
Sandra had woken up one morning feeling particularly excited. John was coming home that day after having spent two days driving. She wasn’t worried because he had promised her that he would stop off at motels along the way. When the phone rang, she answered happily thinking he was calling to let her know his estimated time of arrival. A woman’s voice was on the other side, telling her that her husband had been in an accident and had passed away.
Sandra’s whole world seemed to go mute and her heart felt as if it had fallen right through her body. This can’t be real she kept wondering to herself, but the sad reality was, that she was now to raise little Daniel all by herself.
The Inevitable Changes
Sandra had worked a part-time job before her husband’s death. She was relieved when John’s life insurance policy paid out and she was able to cover a few of the bills for a while at least. She found another job that offered much longer hours in the hopes to be able to afford everything, but her major concern was the mortgage payments. After she failed to meet the payments for a couple of months in a row, they lost the house. This was Sandra’s last connection to her husband, so it broke her heart to have to leave it all behind.
Sandra moved into a smaller apartment with Daniel, and she never felt like it was a real home because there was no garden for Daniel to play in, nor beds to plant flowers. That mother’s day, Daniel gave her a small pot plant with some flowers blooming. She marveled at her little boy, seeming older than his actual years.
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