It has been 52 weeks this morning since my husband left me here alone and without anything to do. For over 9 years I took care of him while on home dialysis. In between also had to find time to care for my mother. But for the past year I have not been able to cope with anything. Even having my daughters with me doesn't change the fact that he is gone and is never returning. Everything we had planned was for us, never him or me. Saturday will mark one year and I am still unable to make myself continue on. He was my everything. hate to say it, but we thought about each other even more than our daughters. He was a wonderful, loving and compassiate man. I just wish I could stop being jeaslous of him for leaving me and getting to go and be with our Lord. I had always hoped to be there first. I know, he hasn't had to deal with kidney failure or pain or anything for a year now. But I have had to endure daily pain and will continue to forever. I think the thing I have been most upset about is that I really never got to know him. Even after 22 years together. There are too many unanswered questions and they won't leave my head. I can't stop loving and missing him. Just wish there had been a little more time. Please excuse my babbling. Just had to get it all out I guess. Nice to know that there are others who are just as bad off as myself. It is the worst thing that anyone can go through, losing a loved one. Just can't and won't do it again. Thank you for listening to my grief on such an unhappy day for me.