This. Is. The. Worst. Week. The first of April indicates to me that I have 8 days until the next year mark. I'm never going to consider the 9th of April to be the "anniversary" of my husband's death. I'll always have a major issue with this subject because I've been convinced since I heard the details of the accident (2 weeks later): the woman who was driving, the reason our Acura rolled off the highway, she knew she would not make it through the wreck, she also deducted that Jeremy would be paralyzed from the neck down if he made it out alive, and she took his life before she went through the windshield. That's why the accident investigators could not find whatever it was that punctured his skull and brain because she took the implement out the window with her. No one will ever prove this otherwise.