The book is meant to be a guide for widows, widowers and others who have had a significant loss. It navigates you through the grieving/mourning process from beginning to end.

Your perfect little world could change in a New York minute. Mine changed on a sunny, spring day, March 30, 2006. My morning started out like most of the rest. I got up, made our bed, then went downstairs to prepare my daughter’s breakfast, packed my just turned seven-year-old's lunch, and walked her to the bottom of the driveway to board the bus to first grade. I came back in, cleaned up the breakfast dishes, and attempted to gather up my four-and-a-half year old to go grocery shopping, as it was Thursday, our grocery day. She was in the basement with my husband, Jim. I called, “Samantha, come upstairs; you’re not supposed to be down there when Daddy is working”. My husband replied, “Oh, leave her, it’s okay; I can’t say no to that cute little face.” So I left her down there until I got dressed. When I was ready to leave, I called down to Jim, “Hon, I’m going grocery shopping; do you need anything?” He replied, “Razors blades and shaving cream.” I said, “Okay. I love you; see you in about an hour.” He said, “I love you too.” Little did I know when I walked out the door that day, those would be his last words.