Debs11
06-25-2006, 05:10 AM
Hello everyone.
That's the date my life completely changed, the date my husband died. He collapsed in front of me at 6am having had a massive heart attack. The images of him lying on the ground I can't get out of my head (if anyone has witnessed this you may know what I'm talking about). Although they pronounced him dead at the hospital, I'm convinced he died when he hit the ground. He was such a loving, kind, generous and happy man. At his funeral the church was packed full and people had to stand at the back. He was the best husband a woman could have, and a fantastic dad to our 6 year old son. He was 32 when he died.
I stayed away from home for the first week because I just couldn't face going back there, but I went home after that as I had to get my son back into a routine again. When I'm on my own and my son's in bed it's just awful - can't concentrate on much at all. I find that when I'm with other people I can talk about him without getting too upset, remembering the good times, but when the doors are shut and curtains closed it's like a heavy dark cloud is pressing down on me and I feel so incredibly low and alone.
I've told my son that his dad has died and he knows he won't see him again. He talks about him quite a lot, which is great (but extremely difficult for me) because he needs to do it. He developed a stammer on the morning his dad died which I've been told I've got to keep an eye on.
I miss my husband so much. I know it's a cliche but he was absolutely my soulmate. At the moment I really don't know how I'll live without him - I know I've got to for my son's sake, but it's more difficult than I could have ever imagined.
Thanks for listening.
Debs
That's the date my life completely changed, the date my husband died. He collapsed in front of me at 6am having had a massive heart attack. The images of him lying on the ground I can't get out of my head (if anyone has witnessed this you may know what I'm talking about). Although they pronounced him dead at the hospital, I'm convinced he died when he hit the ground. He was such a loving, kind, generous and happy man. At his funeral the church was packed full and people had to stand at the back. He was the best husband a woman could have, and a fantastic dad to our 6 year old son. He was 32 when he died.
I stayed away from home for the first week because I just couldn't face going back there, but I went home after that as I had to get my son back into a routine again. When I'm on my own and my son's in bed it's just awful - can't concentrate on much at all. I find that when I'm with other people I can talk about him without getting too upset, remembering the good times, but when the doors are shut and curtains closed it's like a heavy dark cloud is pressing down on me and I feel so incredibly low and alone.
I've told my son that his dad has died and he knows he won't see him again. He talks about him quite a lot, which is great (but extremely difficult for me) because he needs to do it. He developed a stammer on the morning his dad died which I've been told I've got to keep an eye on.
I miss my husband so much. I know it's a cliche but he was absolutely my soulmate. At the moment I really don't know how I'll live without him - I know I've got to for my son's sake, but it's more difficult than I could have ever imagined.
Thanks for listening.
Debs