While there's more to the story than just this here's a supper condensed version since most people don't know about it...

When I was 16 my boyfriend got called to the Middle East and before he left we got engaged. Most of his friends didn't aprove of us (Well they didn't approve of me given that I was 9 years younger than him and we didn't tell my friends.) We made plans to get married after his contract was up, which would have been about a year and a half ago now when I would have been 19. After high school I was going to go to comunity college and take a year of GenEd classes and then we were going to get married and move. We had everything planed. And then a few weeks before graduation his brother told me that he'd been killed almost 5 months before and that their grandfather (who I'd be come very close to) had recently died and they had had the funeral two days before. I've never really gotten over the loss of either of them.