I was married to my husband for five years. We have a daughter who was 4 at the time and my son by a previous relationship, who was 9. I was 30 and my husband was 71. On Monday July 24, 1995, it was hot and humid day in Chicago, and I overslept in our rush to get out and to get the kids to school and myself to work. My husband called to say he would kill himself and he did — he shot himself.