Mrs. T. F.
I have been staring at this blank page for 10 minutes and still don't know where to start.
My husband of 34 years is no longer holding my hand. As of March 2, 2010 ...I walk with my hands at my side with no one to hold on to or connect with.
Even though I am a Hospice Patient care volunteer, I can't seem to apply any of my knowledge/training to myself. I am totally lost.
I look at Edvard Munch's painting of *The Scream* and I see me standing there. Everyone around is going on with their lives and I'm in my own hell.
By far, my Bob is better off where he is now because he suffered for 13 months. Watching him every day slowly waste away was a hell deeper than when I saw his last breath. A good man is gone. I was so loved.
