why was he taken from me?
My husband and I were married for 41 yrs but had been together most of our lives. We grew up on the same street and "played" together since I was 9 yrs old. We have 2 children and 3 grandchildren. One day I went to work as usual and when I came home there was a police car in the street in front of our house. My adult sons were at the front door waiting for me. It didn't register immediately when they told me Bud was "gone," He had taken a nap and simply never woke up. He was very strong and seemingly very healthy but had died of a heart attack in his sleep. This happened 4 yrs and 2 months ago and to this day I cannot accept him being gone. My whole family has fallen apart and I still can't learn how to live without him. I've become a very sad and bitter woman not really caring about anything anymore. There is no meaning to anything without him. Our children were grown and had lives of their own but we were still raising one of our grandchildren who is now 16 yrs old. The effect this has had on him is overwhelming and I'm of little help. Death is such a hideous event, so sudden, so permanent, so lonely. I pray I will see him again and look forward only to that day.