It’s been 3 week’s since my husband suddenly passed away, no warning signs, nothing - cardiac arrest, boom, gone. He was 48, we have 18 year old twins. We met the day after my 16th birthday and have been inseparable since.
I feel guilty for not appreciating him enough, loving him enough and not putting him first enough. I ask myself, is this why he was taken from us, did I do something wrong, am I being punished for being a bad wife…he deserved better.
I cry all the time, the funeral is this coming week and I’m scared to say goodbye. To see him one last time, to hold his hand or to even tell him off for telling a bad joke is all I desire.
Everyday is hard and seems to be getting harder.
Steve, please give me the strength to support our children and help them live their lives. I would love you to send me a sign that you are OK and guide me along this journey. This is not what we planned for our future, you’ve been taken far to soon.
How will we carry on