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Comment by Dianne M. on April 16, 2015 at 10:03pm

m morgan I wish I could answer that too. Makes NO sense to me at all.

Comment by morgan on April 16, 2015 at 10:00pm

"till death do us part"  we have no idea what that means until it happens………I am feeling so lost…..so completely and utterly lost….Where are you?  Where did you go? Why cant I touch you?

help…….. why does this have to be so painful……...

Comment by Dianne M. on April 16, 2015 at 9:52pm

Sandy I am so sorry. We are here for you. ((()))

Comment by Sandy Elaine Norris on April 16, 2015 at 9:48pm

Haven't been on here much today. The hospice nurse came this afternoon and said that my daddy probably won't make it through the night. He is in a coma now. I wish Mark was here. I sure could use his love and his strength.

Comment by Nancy on April 16, 2015 at 9:13pm

My 2 year old walked into our bonus ro tonight, where we had put my husband's hospital bed where he died, and he said "daddy... Bye bye daddy..." I was hanging a heavy picture on the wall and I about lost it.

Comment by Dianne M. on April 16, 2015 at 8:49pm

Yep we are all in the rotten sinking boat together.

Comment by George H on April 16, 2015 at 8:42pm

Tildyc you are sure not alone

Comment by Tildyc on April 16, 2015 at 8:40pm

Sorry about that George. I was hoping you get a little bit of a reprieve. But I do know how it feels to want to be back home to where you feel like they might be with you in some way?? I stopped going to my councilor. It was a waste of money after awhile. All I did was repeat myself over and over again. I think this is a place where I need to come for now. Nothing else seems to work. I'm still lonely sad and broken but, at least on here – I'm not completely alone.

Comment by Fran on April 16, 2015 at 7:57pm

It does seem like a bad day...I spoke with a former coworker who lost her husband last month trying to give her some hope and some information. Then I had a funeral to attend. Then I came home and looked at where my garden is every summer and thought about having to till the soil which lead to me thinking about how the devil will I get the tiller to start since I usually had to have my husband start it(just don't have the right arm to pull start it) and does it take regular gas or does it have to have something added and does it have to have oil etc, etc, etc. Amazing how easy things build up to a panic attack and melt down. I'd love to have Bill here to do the things he did and didn't appreciate enough at the time. This is when I really miss him...all the things he did....

Comment by Trina Mamoon on April 16, 2015 at 6:34pm

It breaks my heart to read the posts of people on this forum. There is so grief and pain here. I, too, sometimes wonder if this will ever get better.

Today I went for my annual check-up and tears started to flow when my doctor started to tell me about these fantastic new medical technology to detect cancer early. I cried because Joseph didn't have a chance; his lung cancer was detected at the last, fourth stage, and I also cried because the doctor assumed that I want to live a long life, which I don't. I will give anything to be able to die very soon.

I was disappointed in my doctor who I have known for 14 years. When I told him that I lost my husband a few months ago, he looked embarrassed. He didn't give me his condolences or say he was sorry. He just answered my question of how to write a Living Will (I want DNR--Do Not Ressucitate--in case of an accident or other emergency). I thought that as a doctor he would be better equipped than the general population in consoling the bereaved. But his response confirmed for me that unless one has lost a beloved spouse or child, one doesn't really know how it feels. The heartache and sorrow that the bereaved feel on a daily-basis is unfamiliar to all others and they can't relate, and that's why they feel embarrassed.

Anyway, hearing the doctor say that I was in good health filled me with despair, yes, despair. I want to die in the near future, so being in good health is not good news for me. But alas, it's not in my hands when and how I go. This loneliness and suffering is just too much to bear.

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