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A year ago today, my husband passed away.
I remember the pitch black horror that crushed me at the deep voice of the medical examiner on the other end of the line. I remember interrupting him with a shrill voice, asking him
“Is what you’re going to tell me irreversible?”
“Yes” he replied quietly.
“Then don’t tell me.”
My logic was- I was now in our home alone. So if I passed out from shock or something, there would be no one to rescue me. That was my husband’s job - one that he held with tender care and regard. And if what this man was telling me was true, he wouldn’t be able to.
In the future, as time grants me more strength to go into more details, I will be able to address the many complications that came with losing the love of my life because my genuine hope is that my message falls upon the tear filled eyes of the grieving widow/widower.
In this post, I offer to you some of my own personal experience as a young widow as well as tips on coping effectively particularly at the wake of this horrible time in your life.
Please read the rest of this at http://www.inmyheels.com/when-your-husband-dies/
