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I lost my husband of 23 years on 02/26/16. I found him already gone when I woke up in the morning. I'm having a hard time with the fact that I could not say goodbye. He was my best friend. He was the love of my life. He was my happily ever after. And now he is gone. FOREVER. My life has lost all meaning. I can barely get through the days. I can't sleep in our room. I can't go through any of his things. I just want him back. Our children are grown. They are getting on with their lives (as they should). I can not. Everything reminds me of him. I am so lost. So alone.
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Dear Jill, I know your pain. My husband died on November 14, 2015. Our circumstances were different, we knew he was ill but I know I would have never been ready to say goodbye. My road has been bumpy to say the least - a lot of anger in the early months and I expect it may come back in spurts. What has 'helped' is attending a bereavement support group. In the earlier months, the only thing I knew for sure was that I would be going to my meeting each Wednesday night. To listen to others, cry, and share my own pain helped, even when I didn't know it. Sharing with those 'in the same boat' has helped. Please take comfort in knowing that you are not alone. Even though you are the one who's husband has died, we are here to listen to whatever you want to share.
Jill, Today makes 19 weeks since my husband's death. I can't sleep in our room either. I sit in his chair and I feel close to him. I have given a good portion of his clothing and shoes away. There are some things I cannot part with. I worry that he will come home and ask where his clothes are. I know he is gone, I have his ashes. I cannot spread them yet, still a big part of me thinks this is a prank and he will come home. If I didn't think that, I'd have to be committed. His terry cloth robe still hangs on a hook by the shower. He is here in spirit. I never thought he would leave me. If I had thought about it, I'd have thought we would go together. I talk to him and pray that he hears me. I was a lucky woman to have a husband who loved me as much as he did.
It's 20 weeks today since HE died. How I have managed to live for this time without him is something I will never know. I know he is dead, I watched him die. I have his ashes, am unable to do as he wished with them yet. Still, there is a part of my brain that KNOWS this is a dream and he will walk through the front door any time. The idea that I will never again see him in this life is excruciating. Karen, my heart breaks for you.....as it breaks for all of us. I love you John, now and forever.
I didn't consider that the first anniversary sting would continue unabated, but it has. I cannot tolerate this pain much longer. It drills deep into my soul and continues to escalate. Each day, I awake again to a new level of pain. I continue to break down, continuously, unexpectedly and the most horrible kind of loneliness is always there. There to remind me I have lost my soul mate, my best friend, my irreplaceable partner. The truth is, I wish someone would kill me, NOW! There is no becoming accustomed to, learning to live with or escaping this hell. This is for the remainder of my years...the long haul, until I see her again! I would have to be a fool to imagine otherwise. This will never go away. That is what I must come to understand, but never learn to live with. God help us all....Protect our loved ones and keep them safe until we join them at your behest.
Jill, I can understand your great loss. April 29th of last year at 9:05am (Yes! I remember the minutes) I was holding my lady in my arms when she suddenly fell limp. I looked at her aide and screamed...."Call 911", I knew I had lost her. Eyes half open, mouth open and no breath at all. The EMT's came and checked her and stated, "There is no heartbeat, do you want us to resuscitate". It seemed like an eternity before I could utter that horrible word, "No!", After all it had been 10 minutes since the call and their arrival. I fell to my knees on our carport landing. I kept repeating "No" but now, for a different reason. I re-entered the bedroom and sat with my bride. As the ice cold quiet filled the room, a cinquain poem I had read years before ran across my mind, It is entitled "Triad"...
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