There is no me without him
(Watertown, CT USA)
My husband of 33 years fell down steps in our home last weekend. I heard the gut wrenching thud and ran to see what it was. There he was, laying at the foot of steps. Not moving. I don't even remember running down the steps, all he could say was call 911 and that he couldn't breathe.
Five days later, he was gone from my life. I cannot eat, sleep or think. I cannot stay on task, jumping from one thing to another, accomplishing nothing all day long. Tomorrow night is the wake, I will not get thru it.
Our son is just devastated, I'm having some trouble trying to comfort him thru my own grief. He just called my coincidence, he doesn't think he's going to make thru the wake tomorrow night. I put on my big girl pants and told him I'd be strong for him. I hope he believed me.
I'm going to go for grief counseling, I've heard that it helps. Anybody else do that? It's getting dark and quiet, I need my husband here.