Tomorrow will be 13 years since my husband died. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
I saw my husband in the hospital that afternoon. He sent me home early because his parents wanted to take me and my kids out to dinner to celebrate him coming home the next day. He was in for a procedure that was supposed to tune up his heart. Instead the doctor burned a hole in his heart. It created a blood clot. When he got out of bed that night the clot moved blocking both branches of the lungs. He never knew what happened.
Well at 9 PM that night the hospital called and said they were having problems regulating his heart beat. I made the mad dash to the hospital where I was met by a nurse. She was holding me by the elbow. I knew something was wrong. She asked if I wanted a chaplain.
Finally the doctor arrived and took me into his office. He told me all the things they had done and tried on my husband. Finally he asked if I had any questions. I said I guess what you are telling me is he didn't make it. The Dr. said oh yea he died. My mother in law turned to me and said you are so damn stubborn what are we going to do with you?
So much for compassion. I had to go home at midnight and tell my kids that their dad had died. They were excited he was coming home the next day.
The image of my daughter standing at the front door asking if her Daddy was ok was breaking my heart. The hardest thing I have ever had to do was walk inside and break the news to my 3 kids.
I was a person that hated change. Well I had to go through a big change after Fran died.
So here it is 13 years later. I can truly say life does go one. My life is different that what I had imagined but it is good again.
The pain got softer and softer but there are still days where I miss him so much.
My kids are the best!!! We all held together as a family. People were eager to give my kids a break after their Dad died but they didn't take it. They are 3 young adults now. Their dad would be so proud.
I saw my husband in the hospital that afternoon. He sent me home early because his parents wanted to take me and my kids out to dinner to celebrate him coming home the next day. He was in for a procedure that was supposed to tune up his heart. Instead the doctor burned a hole in his heart. It created a blood clot. When he got out of bed that night the clot moved blocking both branches of the lungs. He never knew what happened.
Well at 9 PM that night the hospital called and said they were having problems regulating his heart beat. I made the mad dash to the hospital where I was met by a nurse. She was holding me by the elbow. I knew something was wrong. She asked if I wanted a chaplain.
Finally the doctor arrived and took me into his office. He told me all the things they had done and tried on my husband. Finally he asked if I had any questions. I said I guess what you are telling me is he didn't make it. The Dr. said oh yea he died. My mother in law turned to me and said you are so damn stubborn what are we going to do with you?
So much for compassion. I had to go home at midnight and tell my kids that their dad had died. They were excited he was coming home the next day.
The image of my daughter standing at the front door asking if her Daddy was ok was breaking my heart. The hardest thing I have ever had to do was walk inside and break the news to my 3 kids.
I was a person that hated change. Well I had to go through a big change after Fran died.
So here it is 13 years later. I can truly say life does go one. My life is different that what I had imagined but it is good again.
The pain got softer and softer but there are still days where I miss him so much.
My kids are the best!!! We all held together as a family. People were eager to give my kids a break after their Dad died but they didn't take it. They are 3 young adults now. Their dad would be so proud.
Sometimes it seems like he's been gone forever, and sometimes it seems like yesterday.
