I lost my husband on March 27, 2017. I have been able to keep busy until today. I have medical problems and we took care of each other.
My husband had Marfans disease and he had a massive aneurysm in May 2000. We knew how he would die for 17 years. I am thankful for every day, hour, minute we had together.
Us both being disabled we have barely left each other longer than to go to the store the last 5 years.
I am not suicidal. I don't believe in that and do not want to jeopardize being with him. That doesn't mean I don't pray for God to take me so I can join him.
I just don't know how to be without the other half of my soul.