Does my story draw you in at all?

I realize there are probably mistakes in this but I don’t care about that I just want to know what you think and if you have any ideas of what the story coould be about….

“After losing my husband it was as if I died with him Dr. Phillips, like my heart had sunk into a black hole and I became severely depressed after that and ended up in the hospital being monitored for two weeks” I casually said as if it was nothing. I have been here many times over the past two years I thought to myself while I stared at the business like attire Dr. Phillips was wearing which was rather bland.
“Why don’t we talk about the journal?” Dr. Phillips asked me with a widely anticipating grin.
“The journal….listen Dr.Phillips,I…..” started to say but was instantly cut off by him.
“Yes, the journal you were given by your Dr. at the hospital to write your feelings in to try and help you cope with the loss of Jim, your husband” Dr. Phillips said looking at his watch as if he wanted to keep me there longer, talking about what I didn’t want to.
“Well Dr. Phillips I wrote in it every day of the pain I felt. It wasn’t easy losing Jim. The thought of him now brings me a ray of happiness though knowing he’s in a better place and watching over me. A part of me will always love him…still love him. I haven‘t read the journal since being in the hospital, its too hard for me” I choked out as a single tear shed down the right side of my face.
I instantly wiped it away and Dr. Phillips hadn’t even looked up from his note pad. A special pad in which he wrote everything that happened in our sessions.
“ I know you still feel heartache Melinda from your husbands death, but its been two years, reading that journal could make you understand that your life isn’t over. Speaking of those two years, hats happened since then” he cheerfully asked me sounding very intrigued.
“ Where do you want me to start?” I asked him
“How about the beginning? Dr. Phillips asked that brought a slight pain to my heart.
My wedding day was one of the most precious, magical and happiest days of my life. Jim was standing in the court house waiting to wed me. We had planned on a very big wedding so we thought just him and I in the courthouse would do. It was still very beautiful for both of us. He wore a nice striped suit tux of a nice slick black color and I wore a nice bright white strapless gown short in the front and long in the back. I walked through those big oak doors and gently brushed a piece of my curled and bunned chesnut hair back from my face and I saw the biggest grin on Jim’s face. I saw the twinkle in his brown eyes as if he was as ready for the challenge of marriage just as much as I was. We knew that this was what we’ve always wanted and the journey was what we were waiting for.
After the wedding Jim and I had talked to our realestate agent Gordon Reed to get us this fabulous 5 bed 3 bath house out in the country. The morning that we were moving in was great but that night things got bad. I don’t mean bad as in it would be better the next morning,I mean bad like something happened that would change my life forever but I couldn’t decided if it was for the best yet.Something so bad that I started wearing the old gold locket that was passed down to me from my great great great great grandmother.

no, it doesn’t make sense….