My fiancé and I discovered that we were expecting on valentines day. We were both very excited about having a baby together and he was so ready to be a dad. Then two days ago he was hit by an eighteen wheeler and killed instantly. I'm going to be honest, I'm a wreck. I can barely eat, I can't sleep, and all I do is cry in my free time. The funeral is in a few hours and all I can think about is how I want this to be a sick joke that I would totally forgive him for. But I know it isn't. We were going to get married in three weeks. I don't understand why he was taken from me. I feel awful. How do I cope?