Everything was perfect. He had a house, a loving wife, a car, food on the table, and a beautiful baby girl. Until April 1st, 2012. It was a Friday afternoon, he and his wife were on the way home from a nice dinner out. They were so excited to go home and see their daughter. A storm was approaching so they tried to go quickly, swerving ar0und puddles and rubble in the road. A huge boulder was in the road and the only way to go around it was to swerve to the right, so he did. The car hydroplaned across a huge puddle and rolled over. His wife was immediatly killed. For the next few weeks he struggled to get over her and blamed himself. He tried to be happy for their baby girl but things were too tough. Money was being cut short, he had to work, be a dad, and support others all while trying to make it on his own. Eventually he lost his car, his job, and his house. He had no other choice, so he moved in with his mother. She helped him get back onto his feet and although he was still struggling, things were turning around for him and his little girl. Soon enough he was able to go back out on his own and he got back his house, his car, and his job. His daughter was in a good school with plenty of friends. Things were almost perfect except the only distant memory they had of her mother and his wife was that same old dusty wedding photo that’s been on the tv stand since 2010.