kayc Posted March 20, 2006 Report Share Posted March 20, 2006 When I first got the news that my husband had had a heart attack, it was nine months ago Friday and I was away at my sister's reunion in Lincoln City Oregon at the coast. This weekend I went with the ladies in my church on a retreat and as luck would have it, we were about two blocks from where I stayed that other eventful weekend. It brought back a flood of memories, so hard, so painful...I remembered so vividly receiving the news, making the phone calls, just wanting to be with him at the hospital and having to wait to be able to see him. It was the last time I got to see him alive. It felt like a major hurdle to go back there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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