Hard Time
Husband, Jim, died in July. He was here at home and was able to be at home until his death. I was the sole caregiver and was the one who provided meds and care. Right now I'm having memories of his dying time, which was two days of difficult breathing, heart rate changes, and deepening coma. He did not have any pain, but his dying time was not peaceful. He was not in pain, but I was.
And while I can talk about him and our time together, 45 years, I really need to talk about his dying time, and the time after his death, when I wrote the obituary, made cremation arrangements and drove myself to pick up the ashes. There is no one who wants to hear that story. And I need someone to hear, and I need to tell it. He did have 3 adult children, but they "wanted to give me space" and did not contact me.
I feel like I am just going down that spiral, and not sure what will happen.