When I was 37 years old, my husband Brent (also 37) was four years into pastoring a church we had pioneered in Boise, Idaho. But on the evening of New Year’s Day 1997, Brent went to bed before me, and by the time I got there about an hour later he had suddenly and inexplicably died. I called 911, but he was never revived.
As you can imagine, my life and the lives of my young sons (age 12 and 13 at the time) changed drastically after that. I went on to pastor the church by myself, and the boys grew up without a dad.