The day my husband died
Kirsten White, 43, Rugby
Rolling over in bed, I gave my husband a cuddle and waited for him to wake up.
‘Three more sleeps!’ I whispered as he smiled sleepily.
It was July 2016 and Dan, then 39, our sons Ethan, then 8, and Alex, 7, and I were off to Lanzarote with friends.
I couldn’t wait.
But before then, we had a few more days to tick off at work.
Dan headed off early to his job as an HR manager.
After dropping the kids at school, I drove to
