Your husband, John, was in the army. You had a three year old daughter. She recently passed away. There was a shooting at the playground you went to. This all happened three weeks ago. You couldn't stop blaming yourself. You didn't know if your husband was told and you weren't sure when he would get back. You sat on the couch, looking at videos of your daughter running around while laughing. You didn't hear the door open. John sat beside you on the couch. Then he wrapped his arms around you. You cried like never before "My baby.." You cry You sobbed in each others arms