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Getting past her husband's death: Carole Anne Meehan talks to her fans




For those of you not on CTV's Facebook, here is a note sent today by CTV Ottawa's Carole Anne Meehan about the "nightmare" of losing her husband, Greg Etue.


The past four weeks have been a nightmare. There really are no words to describe the worry and anxiety surrounding my husband Greg's disappearance and then receiving the devastating news that he was de...ad. While that heavy cloud still sits over my family, there is one thing that truly lifts my heart, and that has been from the outpouring of support from my family, friends and our community.

From the supportive calls and emails, offers of assistance with the children - to the many meals that were delivered to my door - we have felt surrounded by love. So many people have helped us, I don't know how to begin to say: 'Thank You.'

I took Evan and Elena to the library tonight to get some new books. When we arrived home there was a huge package on our front step stuffed with cards and letters from people I don't even know. There were also two beautifully bound books full of kind thoughts that were emailed to CTV. These will be cherished - and one day my children will know how very caring everyone has been during this public ordeal. So, from the bottom of my heart I thank everyone for their prayers and good thoughts.

I am now working hard to ensure my children are adjusting to life without Dad. I must ensure they are OK and will be WELL-cared for when I return to the job I love. Hopefully that will be soon.

Thank you, again.


Carole Anne

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