A piece of me. Hi.

“Tell me about yourself.” Oh God, please no.  Whether it be in school, at a new job, or just in conversation- those words give me instant anxiety.  I dropped out of a class in college once because I had to do a presentation based on yours truly.  One thing I do know is that there is no Erin without Danny.  Or maybe there is, but I just haven't found her yet.  Which brings me to my inspiration for this blog(among many other things)-my husband, and the journey I am faced with...without him. 

My husband, the person who made me "me" gave his life defending our country.  14 months ago, shortly after turning 27, I became a widow.   I still have not gotten over the urge to want to throw up after using that word.  It’s like I have to force it through my clenched teeth.  I never thought I would be a widow, ever.  Who does?  And at 27?  Hell. No.  I'm not looking for pity or sympathy, nor do I want my life viewed as a sob story.  I hope that in sharing my story, our story, there is opportunity for growth.  

This past year has been a whirlwind and roller-coaster of emotions.  I have been presented with a big, sucky, muddy, ugly, mountainous bump in my life's road.  "Where do I go from here?"  "What am I supposed to do now?"  Questions I've asked myself a million times, that really have no answers except one: Climb that bitch. (sorry) 

Our last picture taken together before he left for Afghanistan. 

My hubby, Sgt Daniel (Danny) Vasselian