In your grief, I know it is hard not to be consumed by it, I know. But, try to focus on the wonderful memories you have over those 59 years. I envy you all the good memories you must have. My husband and I only had four years, and the last one and a half years were consumed by trauma from his illness, in and out of hospitals, two open heart surgeries..........even the birth of our daughter was tainted with the trauma......it is a long story, but I try to single out the really good moments. I try to focus on how much he loved me, how he treated me. Yes, there is still pain with every memory, but the happiness of those moments, that love, can fade the pain at least some. I am so grateful that I had him for the time that I did. I am so grateful that we had a child together, a symbol of our love. Are there tears running down my face right now? Yes, but they are good tears. I went from him to an abusive husband, so "grateful" doesn't even describe what those memories mean to me. I don't want you to misunderstand how I word this, because it is hard, but I am sure that it is really hard to have this loss at your age. My loss was when I was so young. I am 77 now, and so many of my friends are older than me, your age, and we deal with such loneliness. Other friends and family are also gone, people who could be so supportive. I really do empathize with you, with your loss at this time in your life l[you were 86 when you lost him, I believe?]. There is supposed to be a way to communicate "privately" via Connect. I can be here for you privately, or in this way, it doesn't matter to me. You can vent to me, which we all need in grief, and it is good to vent to someone who knows what you have gone through, and are going through. If the number of "your people" is limited, contact me. I do know your pain, and I am willing to listen at any time.
❤️Patricia
I appreciate what you have offered to me. In addition to the grief, I am also dealing with anger issues. You see he was not dying. He had Parkinson's Disease but it was under control. I took him to his neurologist every three months. She always checked him over very carefully. We also went over his medications and I saw to it that he received them at the specified times. The problem was that he had to get up at night to go to the bathroom. We have an en suite, so he didn't have to go far, but he was wobbly. I got a walker and pleaded with him to use the walker at night to walk him the few feet into the bathroom. He refused and said he could do it himself. So the inevitable happened. One night he fell. He broke his femur and was dead in three months. I am so angry that he didn't listen to me and perhaps I would not have gone through this. But you can't turn back the clock and I need to live with the outcome. It is so hard.