Okay, I read the story. Seems that the robber was kicking the office door while my DH, a bartender and a cook were trying to keep the door closed. He fired multiple rounds through the door while yelling, Give me the money!. My DH was hit by one of the shots and later died. No one else was hit. The bartender pulled my husband into a back room after he was shot away from the robber.
I have always believed that we all have a certain number of days on this earth, we don't know how many that is. In my beliefs, only God knows. I have to believe that it was my DH's time to go. I have to believe that my DH had a wife and two children who loved him dearly, and he will be missed by many many people. My best friend told me that I was married for 18 years to a man that I loved and loved me back. She said I was lucky to have had him and that not everyone can say that. She wasn't being mean, just trying to get me to cherish the love that we had and concentrate on that rather than the loss that I feel. Some days I can. Other days I can't.
Sorry to be so serious. Go give your kids and your spouse a big hug and tell them that you love them! I guess that is the point of this post.
Thanks for listening...