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After the accident that caused my husband, Ryan's, death it felt like I was far away from home, but I could never go back. The feeling of life I had created with him was gone. I remember how eerie our home felt without him there. Everything looked the same, but everything was different. Ryan's work boots were in front of the garage door where he always left them. His car keys were thrown on our kitchen island with his sunglasses. A brutal reminder that he had *just* been in our home and healthy.