On June 8th, 2022, At 9:25 p.m. – 58 Days Before Our Wedding – 3 Marines Knocked On My Door…
As soon as I heard the knock – I knew it.
I didn’t want to believe it.
I didn’t want to face it.
I didn’t even want to open the door…
Three years prior, I had just finished serving my active duty obligation with the United States Marine Corps.
And was in the early stages of constructing my new life as a civilian.
Nick (my husband to be) encouraged me to pursue my photography passion professionally.
Together, Nick and I were renovating our home and planning a beautiful wedding.
We were on track, doing things "the right way," complete with being the best dog parents to our black lab, Finnegan.
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We were establishing a foundation, the bedrock for our life together.
Together, Nick and I were renovating our home and planning a beautiful wedding. We were on track, doing things "the right way," complete with being the best dog parents to our black lab, Finnegan.But on that night – June 8th 2022 – 58 days before our wedding… my entire world fell apart…
I’d text Nick several times that day, but with no response…
That’s why when I heard the knock, I knew it…My fiancé, Capt Nick "Sloppy" Losapio was killed in an aviation training accident in the Southern California Desert.
I lost the love of my life.
I lost our future.I lost the promise of a lifetime of love, adventure and family.
In the aftermath of a compounded tragedy, I found myself, a fiancée, facing all of the things a widow would, without the marriage certificate and title: a widow.
There is no government paperwork with a box to check that reads, "Gold Star Fiancee."
But that's what I am, an almost Gold Star Wife.
A Widow, Almost.
I was 58 days shy of being Nick's wife. This meant that I was also...
58 days short of Servicemembers' Group Life Insurance
58 days short of a Survivor Benefit Plan
58 days short of a lifetime of health insurance
58 days short of the Death Gratuity
Those 58 Days Guaranteed:
I was left with only the rubble but none of the qualifications for the vital resources to alleviate the financial pressure that accompanies loss.
[Our home mortgage without the equal contributor.]
[Our wedding to attend, despite the missing groom.]
[Our bills and combined obligations, now falling solely on me.]
But here's what those 58 days don't know about me...
I am resilient.
I’m not going to let this be my story
because, while it’s a reality that my love and foundation are gone, I still have hope in the life that we were building, and I plan to preserve his dreams and legacy.
I am pouring my heart into my photography business.
I am turning my passion into the career that Nick manifested for me.
I have found healing in the journey.
I feel Nick's winks from heaven as he guides me towards a career dedicated to preserving the memories of others.
I’m fighting to keep our home, where our memories still live.
I rejoined the Marines as a Reservist.
And I began working with other foundations to help others in my position.
I will keep caring for our family [Finnegan], friends, and accomplishing our dreams together, just now without our co-pilot.