My journey began in the wee morning hours of February 18, 2007. At the time my husband and I were living in Los Angeles, in the beautiful home we had just purchased five short months before, in a quiet suburb west of the city. That very early February morning my husband was traveling home from a recording session in Hollywood, along the same route he took every day, around the same time he traveled everyday. Only this time, unbeknownst to him, a young man who had been out celebrating his birthday that evening with friends was driving intoxicated (nearly twice the legal limit) on that same...