September 16, 2013, started out like any other Monday. Then, in the blink of an eye, our lives changed forever. My husband, Michael Arnold, was one of the 12 people killed at the Washington Navy Yard.
The past 1,964 days seem like an eternity, but it still feels like yesterday. It’s still unfathomable. I miss him every second of every minute of every day as I try to manage my grief and move forward.
And I notice every single news story on another shooting, devastated for each new family as they become members of a club no one should have to belong to. I am hopeful, as the young people are indeed starting to make a difference in reducing future gun violence.