i need an ending!!!

my family had known him for a long time, but the night he asked me to marry him i felt i had only just began to know him. He had taken me to the garden and expressed his love for me. we had been married the following November. He was a construction worker; he worked for his father’s family business. We had our own house and we were happy. I was pregnant by December, well probably before that, but that’s when I found out. We celebrated a night out on the town, which at that time was a small and comfortable town. The baby was born early September, she was beautiful “just like you” he had told me but I said she looked like him. His last day at the Job he was crushed by a 5 ton piece of machinery, he was rushed to hospital but never made it. The police officer showed up on my door last Tuesday. I came to the door holding my newborn daughter. “Ma’am you husbands been killed.” I screamed silently for hours no comforting from family could save me from my sorrow. Now I stand holding my young daughter looking on as my husbands coffin is lowered into the ground, I stand there listening to the condolences of my guests nodding not hearing a word, I stand there as my family asks me if I’m alright, will I need someone to stay the nigh, am I sure. Now I stand here in my room, not our room mine, a large empty bed, my large empty bed, his clothes still in the drawers, my drawers, no longer ours. Its strange now that tears fail me, the pain seems more intense.

Deirdre is now a sleep. “At least I have a house and money.” Strange how a broken heart actually feels broken, it weighs down in my chest seemingly cut in half, like the piece of my heart that made me whole was ripped out, and now all that’s left is the ugly, gnarled, dead part, my part.

I want to find a good ending any ideas?