Yes, way too young. On his death bed he was begging to stay with the kids and I. What made it all that more unfair was that he'd never smoked a day in his life. Five years later...I'm doing pretty good. I still grieve the loss on a daily basis, but it's not nearly as sharp and the nightmares are gone and the PTSD type anxiety in the night is gone. It was a rocky road for that first year after his death because a man that had been stalking me in my early 20's came back and was threatening to kill my kids. I almost think that's where the night time anxiety came from the most because I was living on my own while the death threats were happening so I would wake up to any little noise prepared to go to war to protect my kids. Anyway, God has been so incredibly good to me through it all and now I am remarried to an incredible man who loves me so much and loves my kids as his own!