Today, at 3:30 AM, I found my husband dead, laying in the bed beside me. He was 57 years old. After struggling with dementia, heart issues, stomach issues… He’s finally at rest.
Now, I have to help my 14 year old, type 1 diabetic, son through the process of grieving his father. In 10 days he will turn 15. How do I help him understand? Husband was very sick. This my son knew but I don’t think any of us expected him to be gone…. not yet…
Damnit it’s not fair. My son should be hugging his father, not burying him. I’m not supposed to be a widow, for the second fucking time, before I’m 50. We don’t even know what killed him!
So far I know of no insurance, no burial plots, no money to bury him and his name was on ALL the bills AND the bank account. No will. NOTHING.
The only good thing is: The last thing we said to eachother was “I love you”
