You get through because you have to. You are right; your children, family, and friends need you to live. It is hard, I know. My husband died last October. He called me at work to tell me he had chest pains and had seen the doctor. An hour later I was told to meet the ambulance at the hospital. He died at work and could not be revived.
I know you are angry with the medical care your husband was given; I totally understand. It seems they should have been saved. But they weren't, and we have to move on.
It has been 7 1/2 months for me, and though I don't cry every day, I still break down and feel like I wish I was with him, wherever that is. Today I started cleaning the garage for the first time since he died, and it was so strange to not be able to ask him 'what is this for?' I want to talk to him all the time, and am often startled to remember I can't.
I guess what I am saying is that it is a long process, and you are not alone. The grief does not go away, nor do you want it to go away completely. Sometimes I feel guilty when I am happy, or when I make plans that I look forward to even though he won't be with me. But I know he would want me to enjoy my life. I try to honor his memory with funny anecdotes with friends and private thoughts of happy times. It is hard, but it will get better.
How Do You Get Through?
in Loss of a Spouse, Partner, or Significant Other
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You get through because you have to. You are right; your children, family, and friends need you to live. It is hard, I know. My husband died last October. He called me at work to tell me he had chest pains and had seen the doctor. An hour later I was told to meet the ambulance at the hospital. He died at work and could not be revived.
I know you are angry with the medical care your husband was given; I totally understand. It seems they should have been saved. But they weren't, and we have to move on.
It has been 7 1/2 months for me, and though I don't cry every day, I still break down and feel like I wish I was with him, wherever that is. Today I started cleaning the garage for the first time since he died, and it was so strange to not be able to ask him 'what is this for?' I want to talk to him all the time, and am often startled to remember I can't.
I guess what I am saying is that it is a long process, and you are not alone. The grief does not go away, nor do you want it to go away completely. Sometimes I feel guilty when I am happy, or when I make plans that I look forward to even though he won't be with me. But I know he would want me to enjoy my life. I try to honor his memory with funny anecdotes with friends and private thoughts of happy times. It is hard, but it will get better.