My husband passed away July 30, 2009. Our two sons were going down to the basement to say goodnight to their dad, whom we thought was on the computer or pulley gym. My youngest, at 7, ran up to tell me that his dad was lying on the carpet and won't get up. I had said to him to tell his dad that's not funny and to get up. My son said that they tried and that daddy still wouldn't get up. Starting to feel frightened, I ran down the stairs and found to my horror my husband looked blue and cold. I knew then and there that he was gone! But, I still frantically tried to revive him, called 911. The medics had tried for about 2 hours to help my husband, but I knew, I knew my husband was lost to us! He was on the treadmill before he passed away from his heart attack.
It's almost 3 months since my soulmate passed away...I really hate the word "died". I'm lucky my mother's been staying with us since our tragedy, as she's been doing most of the housework, including cooking. I make sure the boys are doing their homework, ask them how their day was, worry about paperwork, etc.
I feel like I'm in a trance, out of sorts w/o him. I miss what loving couples love to do, our bed's too big just for me. I miss him so much.
