Darl Posted September 1, 2010 Report Share Posted September 1, 2010 Fri, Sat and Sunday was supposed to be a respite, I was going to a scrapbooking week-end and Jim was supposed to go to Hospice House for the 3 days so I wouldn't have to worry about him. It did not happen that way, he died the week before. My daughter made me go with her, it was supposed to be good for me. I cried a lot, was hard to pretend to be happy. Coming home was the worst, he was supposed to be here and wasn't. I can't remember anything, lost my glasses, don't know what day it is. We would have been married 47 years in November. Today I feel exhausted, I would like to sleep for a week, wake up and have this all be over. Half the fun of doing something was sharing it with him and he is not here any more to share, I miss him so much. Darl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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