I don't want to be a ME, I want to be a WE
It was eight weeks ago yesterday that my husband John died. He died at home while I was at work, and I found him when I came home for lunch. I am so angry that I did not get home in time to help him, I had ended up taking a later lunch than normal. When I came home he was still warm, I thought he was sleeping at first. He used to sleep sitting up as injuries from an accident made it hard for him to lay down. So he never slept good, but when he actually fell in a deep sleep it was sometimes hard to wake him.
When the paramedics told me he had been gone awhile I could not believe my husband of 34 years was gone. I still can't believe it, and I have no one to talk to. I read all the comments on here and see so many of us are in the same situation. Why can't friends just treat us the same and come around anymore? What don't family members want to bring up their name? I just want to wake up and have it like it was before, it might not of been a perfect life but it is what I want now, my husband to be here to hug me and tell me it will be ok.
I went to the store today and bought a few books to read, one from John Edward who I really would love to go see sometime. The other is called Hope for the Brokenhearted, and if I find either helpful to me I will let you all know. Just want to say thank you to all of you, as reading what you share makes me feel much better, as I know I am not alone on this terrible journey.