I don’t know where to start this. On August 12th my brother in law died before he could be treated for pancreatic cancer. (probably wouldn’t have ended well anyway). Two weeks after his passing my big sister (his wife) was diagnosed with non small cell lung cancer. She spent two weeks in hospital having radiation reducing the tumor so she could breathe, curing the pneumonia and beginning her on immunotherapy. She’s doing much better. On September 12 my husband died (not Covid) suddenly. So in the last few weeks I have gone from having a living breathing husband to having a box of ashes and a US flag. I still can’t believe it. Today is our 42nd anniversary and in the morning he would bring me coffee, say “good morning beautiful” and tell me he would marry me all over again. That will never happen ever again. I am fine one minute and sobbing the next. I feel like a piece of me is missing. I didn’t post this on Facebook, he didn’t know many people here and I couldn’t bear to read 300 “thoughts and prayers posts. The whole universe doesn’t need to know. There are a few of you I communicate with on Facebook and I would appreciate your discretion there. Then the cherry on the sundae, I had to help Niblet, my late mom’s dog over the rainbow bridge. I know my woes are nothing compared to others in the world, but I am hurting all the same. I am having trouble concentrating or caring about much right now and catch up on my comics every couple days. But I hope to be back here soon chatting and chirping with you all. Peace. XOX
I don’t know where to start this. On August 12th my brother in law died before he could be treated for pancreatic cancer. (probably wouldn’t have ended well anyway). Two weeks after his passing my big sister (his wife) was diagnosed with non small cell lung cancer. She spent two weeks in hospital having radiation reducing the tumor so she could breathe, curing the pneumonia and beginning her on immunotherapy. She’s doing much better. On September 12 my husband died (not Covid) suddenly. So in the last few weeks I have gone from having a living breathing husband to having a box of ashes and a US flag. I still can’t believe it. Today is our 42nd anniversary and in the morning he would bring me coffee, say “good morning beautiful” and tell me he would marry me all over again. That will never happen ever again. I am fine one minute and sobbing the next. I feel like a piece of me is missing. I didn’t post this on Facebook, he didn’t know many people here and I couldn’t bear to read 300 “thoughts and prayers posts. The whole universe doesn’t need to know. There are a few of you I communicate with on Facebook and I would appreciate your discretion there. Then the cherry on the sundae, I had to help Niblet, my late mom’s dog over the rainbow bridge. I know my woes are nothing compared to others in the world, but I am hurting all the same. I am having trouble concentrating or caring about much right now and catch up on my comics every couple days. But I hope to be back here soon chatting and chirping with you all. Peace. XOX