My Husband, My Lover and My Friend
(St. Augustine, FL)
Married 58 years in April, 2011 and met in Oct. 1952. We had 7 children and raised 6, 19 grandchildren and 3 greats. We had our ups and downs but for the past 3 1/2 years he had been hospitalized 15 times, lost both legs in March, after a bout of lung cancer. He was the bravest person I ever knew and wanted to stay with me no matter what. After seeing him suffer as much as a human could or should, I finally had to let him go home. My heart is so heavy I sometimes don't think I can go on, but my head tells me, he would want me to. I talk to his picture and to him during the day, but the nights are so lonely. The family does try to help, but I don't think they realize what a loss this is. They say how proud they are of me for coping, but inside I ache so much. It hasn't been three months since I lost him and the way I feel, I'll probably be the same after three years.