This House Smells Like Farts

Megan’s husband woke her the morning of November 4th. For the last time.She hears Wally’s gasp for air when he grabs her arm. Then he stops breathing. With basic instruction from the 911 operator, Megan wrestles her husband to the floor and begins chest compressions. The ambulance will be there soon. Surely paramedics can accomplish what she cannot.'Mommy?' comes a tiny voice from behind her. Her youngest son stands in the bedroom door. Thankfully the older autistic son is still sleeping. This is not the extra hour’s rest she’d been promised for the end of daylight savings.In the days and months that follow, Megan faces life as a young widow and single parent with grace. Her marriage to Wally had always been filled with laughter. Eventually she and her sons find a way to bring humor back into their home..