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February 23rd Pete (aged 63), had his first chest X-ray and admitted straight into hospital, with complication after complication, no chance of survival, he died on the 6th May.
For those 10 weeks I was on auto pilot just doing what I had to do for my husband. Initially it was a blessing, he was ready to go and we all had accepted he was going to pass.
Daily, nightly my mind goes over the events just trying to process the traumatic time myself and family had to endure. I thought with a little bit of time my heartache would get better but it’s just not, it’s getting worse, I cry uncontrollable night after night, he is in my thoughts 24 hours a day, I miss him so much and I just want him to come home. Peter to me was the love of my life and I his, he treated me like his little Princess. I miss his love, I miss his attention, I miss his beautiful face and larger than life personality. I’m just so lonely.
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