I lost her, my beautiful butterfly.
by Mike
(LaPlace, LA)
My wife died in her sleep on Dec. 1st. She was 47 and had no known health problems. The night before she was packing for a trip to visit her sister in New York so she would be back in plenty of time for Christmas. She picked out what she needed and packed the bags. I helped put the lining in her coat and I fell asleep before she was finished. She was excited and I was going to drive her to the airport the next morning.
I woke at 2am to go to the bathroom and she was dozing in bed and the TV was still on. I told her she needed to get some sleep since she had a big day. She turned out the TV and we both went to sleep. I woke at 5am when the clock went off and went to the bathroom. When I came out I tried to wake her up but she wouldn't. She was face down and I turned her over and immediately saw she wasn't alive.
She was still warm so I laid her on the floor and began CPR while my step son called 911. I performed CPR until the EMTs got there and they worked for about an hour but could do nothing. I cannot get the images out of my head and I am having a tough time coping. I have made an appointment with a counselor and my doctor gave me something, but I am using those very sparingly, only at night so I can at least take the edge off for a couple of hours, but it doesn't really help much.
I can't stop pacing and I am having a very difficult time getting back into work. I sometimes have to work from home and I can't work when I'm here. We just renovated the house and have only been in it for a few months. She loved it so much and it has her all over it. I really don't know what else to say.