My husband of 46+ years dropped on the bedroom floor three weeks tomorrow. 6:30 in the a.m. he was getting up for work.
He landed face down in dogga's bed. Thank God she slept with me that nite. Would've had another death. (Shudder.)
I knew it was bad when I saw him. Pulled his tee shirt yelling his name. No response. Put my opened hand flat on his back. Not breathing. A voice inside me said he's gone. And he was.
Facing a mountain of legal, financial, you name it, stuff to reconcile.
A 'friend' of ours for 34 years showed up and was helping, but he has a opinionated and authoritative personality. He hurt me several times already since the funeral and just today again. I cannot have him helping me anymore. It's his way or the highway. He starts screaming at me and gets very irate when trying to impress his 'expertise' on me. Been like this for 34 years so what exactly did I expect. Can you guess his political leaning? Made fun of Obama in emails. I endured eight years of it.
So be it if we severed our relationship. Only thing, he's tarnished his friendship with my husband. You would think he'd keep his promise to honor my husband. Stuff like this sometimes comes out when there's a death. And then there's my sister-in-law. Oy. May be best thing to have happened.
I moved from my home state out of love for my husband 34 years ago. He needed to get away from his family's business that was in turmoil.
Cause of death: cardiac arrest. It came to me several days ago that unrelenting stress over the last decades took him.
Please forgive me for elaborating so.
My DU family/community helps sustain me.
I really desire to stay standing and not succumb.
Much love to all....