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and he later passed away at the hospital.1

After the accident I spent most of my time in my room, pondering the "what-ifs" and "whys", though never really coming to any conclusions. To me, at the time, his life was wasted, thrown away by death, because of death. Because of all of these shattered never-ending conclusions, I never made it to the beginning of my final year of medical school. Once the fall semester fell into view, I hid away in my bedroom, only escaping the secluded area to go to doctor appointments, and the grocery store. Our little girl was growing quickly, and with great heath. It was not until I came to a conclusion, some four months later, that I made my way out of my bedroom, into the snowy atmosphere and broke my way out of my depression.2

His death not only left me exhausted, falling behind on work and bills, and angry, it left me, alone, with our unborn child: Matilda. With a year left of school, and a baby on the way in some three months, I felt more alone and thrown away than ever before. Only the money that was given to me after his death kept us on our feet. I found a new, smaller home for Matilda and I, and began looking for a more stable job.3

Matilda was born March 15th, 2015. After Matilda was born, I found it easier to look at Matthew's pictures, and discuss old times with her. She had his eyes and smile; his best features. As she grew, so did my happiness. I began working for my PhD again, and gaining it with no problems. Even being a single mother, I tended to my daughter like she was the only important person in this world; and for some time, she was. My schedule was a tight-fit, but working and taking care of a beautiful baby, I had no problem with smiling and laughing every day. It wasn't until three years later that I finally decided I wanted to have another baby. I began looking for other ways to conceive, after the thought of being with another man horrified me. I wanted Matilda to have a brother, or a sister, someone she could play with. Another someone for me to love. A month after Matilda turned five, I was expecting.