Frank Carlson Library

After just three weeks of marriage, I lost my precious husband, Chandler, in a tragic accident and became a widow at twenty-three years old. In those few, but beautiful, days of being a new bride, it felt as though my life was truly just beginning, and as swiftly as that blessing came, it ended as the two who had become one were parted by the thin veil of heaven. Our dreams of many years together came crashing all around me, and I was left with the...