I was on Amtrak train 188. Afterward, I saw the crash through my fiance’s eyes.

When I was 20, the man I was dating died. We were traveling together thousands of miles from home in a remote part of Southeast Asia, and one morning, he didn’t wake up. His breathing was labored and intermittent. I attempted CPR and then got him to a doctor, his body hastily wrapped in a sheet and placed in the back of a truck. It was too late. His 22-year-old heart, for complicated reasons, had stopped beating.
Read more: http://ift.tt/1JpMvRF