So my husband has proven to me just how very lucky I am to have him. Friday I found out that my ex fiance's (from like 6 years ago) little brother killed himself. I was so shocked that he would ever do that. Josh was one of the smartest people I knew. We used to sit and talk about not understanding how people could do that. His favorite quote was "it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem". So to find out that he had gone home and put a bullet in his head was horrifying. I went home and told my husband that the funeral was going to be Saturday and asked him if he would go with me. Of course he said yes. The whole ride over there I kept questioning whether or not I should be going. I mean, my split with Danny was brutal. For the longest time there was this pure rage that came over me if anyone mention him and Lord forbid he was in the same building as me. So with all that in our pasts I wondered if I would be welcomed. But when I actually walked into the room and his mother wrapped her arms around my neck I knew it was ok. She hugged me so tight I just kept saying "I knew you would come, I told Rick 'if Krista finds out she'll be here, come hell or high waters, she'll be here'." And the whole time she was hugging me Danny was standing right there next to her with this destroyed look on his face. After she let me go Danny stepped up and thanked me coming. That whatever our differences he knew that I would come. They told me that Josh had just told them the other day that he had found me on facebook.com and had sent me a friend request. And that he was telling them stories about me and him wrestling in the living room literally beating the crap out of each other and how much fun it was. And this whole time my husband is standing there at me side and never flinched. He shook Danny's hand and told him how sorry he was for his lose, even though he didn't know him that I spoke fondly of his brother and that makes him a good guy in Matt's eyes.