Dear Steely,
My husband died on October 10th while at work. He was 39. He was born in Los Angeles with a hole in his heart and had many surgeries as a child. We met in LA and were married there nine years ago and moved to Massachusetts. We had discovered last year that he had had a small heart attack the year prior. He began going to the gym and following his Physician's instructions. As it happened at work a full autopsy was performed as that is state law in Massachusetts, so I will find out exactly what happened to his fragile heart. He was a robust guy and full of love and laughter. He never complained about feeling ill so this was a complete shock to me. We had so many plans and now I am alone in the house where we lived not knowing what to do and basically in a complete fog. Friends and family all appeared for the wake and funeral and left as quickly as they came. Local friends and family can't console me.
I truly understand your grief and confusion. I can't eat, sleep, or hold a conversation on the phone without going to pieces. This is my first close loss as an adult and it has me shaken to my core. I'm reading books written by widows and seeing a grief counselor, all of my reactions appear to be "normal" which I can't understand any of this as being a normal reaction.
If I can offer you any consolation, it is that there are more of us out here going thru the same horrible loss.
- Linda