It seems like yesterday I woke up to find my husband slumped over the dining room table. I tried to wake him but his hand was cold. As I read the letter on the table, I couldn’t believe it. Though he said he loved me, my husband had committed suicide by drug overdose. I was in shock for the next year. We had a good marriage; we shared everything. He had a successful medical practice. But as a Hindu, my life ended with my husband’s death. The... > Full Story