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Annette was my life. We were married 12 years. No children. Only the two of us. We both suffered from morbid obesity. This led to fluid build up called Edema. We both took care of each other as best we could. We were poor but a happy couple in our 50s. Annette also suffered from cronic panic attacks. SO awful that last year she spent nearly two weeks as they tried to get the proper meds for her.
They worked for time. Then I lost my job and health insurance. We had no money for medication as we tried to pay rent and prevent us from being evicted.
She stated having terrible night sleeps. Sleep apena (as I have) denied her a good night sleeps. SHe started screaming in her sleeps, and her edema started getting worse. SHe kept tellingme she didn't feel well for months. I begged her to go to the hospital but she refused. I think we were maybe both in denial of our health. We suffered. I had to find work despite the agony of walking. In fact its what kept me alive. The bread winner has to move. Movement is life.
She started to bloat and I screamed at her to go to the hospital. But she wouldn't. Then that night, she kept sleeping on her stomach. I sat across the room from her. I noticed she wasn't moving. I charged over to her an screamed Honey!!! I turned her over and her lips were blue. I screamed no!! please God no!!
I diled 911 they came but couldn't resucitate her. I loved her more thanmy own soul. I amalone. I come home to silence. My beloved of 12 years is gone. I am beyond grief. I beg God to plase take me. I collected her ashes yesterday and brought them home. I wear her ring which I will take with me upon my death.
It's a nightmare. An utter, blinding nightmare. I should have forced her. I keep thinking what if I had called 911 and forced her to go? I took care of her soiled clothing, washed her, and loved to cook for her. Now it's gone. ALl gone. I want the grief and madness to stop. It won't stop. ANd the only thing that will bring me peace is to be with my wonderful wife. Nothing comforts me. I just want to fall alseep and beg God to take me.
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Answer to prayer!!! Great to hear that there is something positive going on now in your life.
Richard I have read you story and I have great sympathy for you o truly do, but to say that people who have children and a better financial status than others are lucky and have no meaning of true grief, I have to say you are so very very wrong in that, my husband died he was only 42 and we have children and I can tell you that I know what true grief is, my heart breaks every single day if i was lucky he would still be here, if i was lucky i wouldn't have to have sat down and told my kids that their father was never coming back, I do not lean on my children my daughter was only 9 when her father died, my son was 17, so I have to help carry their grief as well, i have choosen not to lean on my family either, yes im lucky in the sense that if i needed them that would help me, so ive come to realise the only person who is going to help me is myself , so I know your angry at the world, but judging those grieving in that group regardless of their wealth, jobs, family is not fair, your situation is not their fault, we have all lost someone we love, we should be kind to each other. I wish you all the best Richard, I hope things get better you x
Richard,
I want to start by saying that you too are lucky. Not in the way it sounds but I think we all breathed a sigh of relief when you wrote that unemployment came through. It’s as though it’s some kind of wonderful sign Annette sent for you.
And it sounds as though with the arrival of the unemployment monies you are lucky you can now have somewhere to stay with a roof over your head rather than the streets, and heaven knows none of us here wanted to have to read that it might have been where you ended up. And as luck would have it the city/mayor’s office came through for you and talked your landlord into letting you stay while you worked on getting something else and gave you some money for groceries. (Beneficent city governance,unusual..) And in the interim it sounds as though you are lucky that your brother came through for you with some groceries even if your sister is a meanie.
This is not to say that any of us consider what happens to keep us from scraping the absolute bottom as incredible luck but there are some things that if we are willing to admit we are not in complete control and that some things go our way to keep us upright. It’s very possible that our beloveds have something to do with that from afar. So, we are lucky in that way. Barely, but a little. It's all a matter of degrees.
I also think there is a certain amount of what we term free will or making decisions that play into how we try to stand upright. Not one of our spouses wants to see us suffer. And each of us whether we have children, family, friends, religion or some other form of "support" we are all still very alone. In that we are all the same. At the end of every second that passes we know we were inextricably tied to another being, one very particular being and their departure has left us alone. To weather the storms of this new life alone adding children to the mix could very possibly make it harder. I don't know. I don't have children of my own. But all of us have to make decisions based on what we feel our spouses might have wanted if they were still with us. We are alone, yes, but we still know they never stopped loving us.
You have mentioned that you and Annette were members of a gym at one point. From what you have written about your morbid obesity it seems it is a major contributor to your state of despair. Surely that alone is a mountain that will prevent you from moving the grief around much if you don't tackle it head on. All I can say is it is not going to make your grief any easier. And maybe if you're like me you don't care if it is any easier. I figure I have already lost everything so I have nothing else left to lose, weight or not. But the misery and pain of carrying the grief burden is plenty so I am trying my best to minimize the other ton of bricks which I began to carry the day after he died. My problems are different than yours and each of us has our own burden but none of us here want any of the rest of us to suffer needlessly. If there is anything we can do to encourage someone else to try and minimize their hurt, we do. So, I am encouraging you to do whatever it is that you can to reduce your burden.
You are in the really early raw stages of grief. At two months plus into this you have just been run over by the freight train barreling down the tracks at a 100/mph. Nothing makes sense. Everything is a major undertaking. But small things we must consider as a victory in beating back the pain. You have done many things in order to not land on the streets. Not all of them worked but some did. Use those as a small step to beat back the freight train.
And you need to try and stop beating yourself up for thinking you could have done more. Guilt is a hungry lion. It will eat you alive and not leave a bone behind. And when we are unhealthy, biology steps up its own scientific experiment. We can’t do more than we are capable of doing but doing nothing is a definite sentence. And in that way, we write our own stories. I’m writing my own story by trying to minimize caloric consumption and defying my body to keep going under deprivation. It’s my middle finger to death and the loss it presented me with. Is it smart? Heck no. Do I care? Heck no. The only thing I am doing is trying to meet my fate but with as little suffering as I can. Am I doing things that are unhealthy? Yep, and this coming from a woman who did yoga and ate healthy my entire life. So, each of us makes a decision in how we deal with our grief, and our guilt and our aloneness. Not one of us thinks this is a picnic in the park. Those days are gone. But we have to try and minimize the amount of pain we endure. Each of us are living in a surreal world of a nightmare made present. But each of us wishes for the next guy that they might find a way to minimize the hurt. It’s not about if we die but when and what path we travel with what burden getting there. For me, I’m going to encourage you to keep asking Annette what she wants you to do and hope she answers. It’s all I do for myself and at times the signs are clearer than others but keep asking.
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