The coffee cup
My husband of 24 years left me on Nov 14 2010 to be with God. I brought him his coffee and was down the hall when I heard a crash. I returned to the bedroom to find him collapsed on the night stand. He said something that I could not hear. I will never know what he said and it drives me crazy what it was.
I went into a panic and called 911. I started CPR and waited for the EMS to arrive. I ran from the bedroom and called my sister to pray with me. They took Bob to the hospital. When I arrived they told me they did everything that they could but he was gone. My heart sank I did not want to believe it. I did not get to say good bye or I love you.
I am not ready to be a widow at 48. We have a 15 year old son who needs his guidance into manhood. Every morning I check to see if he has moved his cup. The cup was still there this morning and I can not get thru the fog I have been in the last almost 4 months. I want to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. Why is life so unfair??