I met Jenny in London when we both worked for the bank. I remember her being so sweet and caring to everyone around her. Her smile was contagious. Although I haven’t seen her since I was in London I can’t help but want to share her story as my heart and so many others breaks for her.
I know that money will never bring back the love of her life but I’m hoping this will help with the birth of their baby boy.
Please read her story below.
When I was 18 I met a boy.
It was love from the first grin.
I still swoon.
We waited 10 years to get married and fulfilled my childhood wish of an 11.11.11 wedding date.
We're expecting our first baby in the winter of 2020. It's going to be a boy. I've never seen him so excited.
He tells me I'm beautiful and that he loves me ten times a day.
That boy I met, now 35, died in my arms early this morning.
Just like that.
My fairy tale over.
Pete passed at approx 3:30am yesterday morning from a heart attack, a blood clot in the artery. He was only 35, and my dreamboat and he wrapped his arms around me and covered me with love every single day for 18 years. Some people never get to say that.
I'll think of him every moment for the rest of my life and celebrate him through this incredible blessing I will soon hold in my arms. Just as Pete reminded me every day, his name will be William.
Pete - Please watch over our baby from heaven. And me. Because I won't be able to do it without you.