Then I lost Gretchen. My world ended the day a cop pulled down the long dirt drive, stirring up a dust storm with his tires. Gretchen had been on her way home from the grocery store. It was her weekly solo trip into town; leaving three-year-old Bree and one-year-old Gracie with my mom so she could have a few hours of peace to run errands. Hit by a drunk driver. Gone in seconds. And just like that, I became a single father. A widower.
