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Permalink Reply by Kelly on August 28, 2016 at 9:50pm

Hi Angie,

My husband passed in the same way on June 4, 2016 - the day before my birthday. It was our 2nd marriage for both of us, we didn't have children together but each had children from our 1st marriage. My youngest daughter, just the week before, had her Grad ceremony. We were so happy, our nest was almost empty, you see, we had plans to retire in 2 years, were going to build a house.....I was so shocked and still am, my brain doesn't work most days. No one understands that hasn't lost a spouse,  you are right about that. My biggest peeve is that people ask how I am..............I can't fake it and say, Good. because I am not, I am still shocked and fearful of everything in life. I feel like I literally live hour by hour. I can't comprehend time passing, eating is difficult, making decisions is not easy. I find it hard to talk to anyone about how I feel because they don't know. If you want to chat, I will answer. Maybe we can somehow get through this together.

Kelly

Permalink Reply by Ruthie on September 26, 2016 at 11:40am

Angie, I lost my husband at age 51 in an accident and so when I went to those grief groups everyone was in their 60s and 70s and I am in my 40s and totally could not relate to them.. as our 27 year old daughter just married last year and we so were looking forward to having grandkids.  Now my daughter and I just do not know if that will ever be in the picture as our loss is so great.  Yes, 52 is way to young, and I can understand your pain. Take care, your not alone in your pain.

Permalink Reply by ShingingLight1967 on October 15, 2016 at 8:39pm

Hi Angie:

I too lost my husband suddenly to a heart attack.  that day he walked out the door to go to work, kissed me on the head and left.  We were texting about our mini getaway over Christmas, I was telling him about the hotel and how much fun we would have, I never heard his voice.  the next thing I got was a call from the social worker at the hospital wanting information about his medications. 

I didnt even get to hear his voice one last time. 

No one understands this pain. No one understands that I didnt get to hear his voice one last time. I didnt get to look into his eyes and tell him I loved him.  And no one understands that I was the one tasked whether or not to take him off of life support and effectively took his life.  The guilt I have felt about this decision everyday has haunted me.

I am giving you hugs and letting you know that this site will understand exactly what you are feeling