That's beautiful and such a wonderful way of reframing what clearly was a deep loss for you. For those that are able to reframe it in a matter that you were able to, there is no doubt in my mind that it would only serve to benefit in coping with this type of trauma.
Well said and kudos to you for finding a way to work through your loss.
Sorry for your loss.
I saw on the news a young married man was released from hospital after COVID thinking he's out of the woods and he died in his sleep. Also saw on the news, COVID is known to cause heart damage, multiple times detected in college athletes who I guess have to do physical tests regularly that ordinary people don't get.
Just checking in again to thank everyone for yet even more kind words & comforting thoughts & prayers. I appreciate them all.
I'm probably repeating myself but I've found that the mornings are by far the worst. Waking up without her & realizing again that she's gone for good is so fucking awful. I can't even begin to explain how difficult it is. Each morning brings about the threat of a new panic attack from grief & loneliness.
For others, the nights are the worst. But I can usually distract myself at night & then stay up until four or five in the morning until I fall asleep from exhaustion. But then, when I wake up it starts all over again.
I'm so deeply sorry. I can't believe I didn't see this post until now. I'm here for you if you need meShe's gone. She passed away in her sleep for no apparent reason in the wee hours of the morning & I'm in total shock. I'm completely & utterly devastated. And I hurt so bad that it's even painful to breathe. Fuck, I don't even want to draw my next breath without her.
I'm posting here as a means to vent & to reach out because I'm totally alone here in Arizona. I've reached out to family, of course, but I still haven't notified her friends via phone or Facebook yet because I just can't face crying anymore. But I still need to distract myself from the emptiness & silence of this house. So, I've got the television on loud & I'm composing this as my heart lies shattered in my chest.
God, I loved her so much, guys. I mean, I think it was pretty obvious by how much I mentioned her & posted about her here. But you'd have to multiply that many times over to grasp how much I really loved her. And now, she's gone.
I won't know what happened to her until sometime Monday. Right now, I haven't got a clue. She was so young & so fit other than a couple of lingering issues from her tough battle with COVID last summer. She still experienced bouts of fatigue & she occasionally got a rattle in her lungs that she never dealt with before COVID. But other than that her doctor said she was in excellent health. None of this makes sense.
As I sit here alone all I can think of is how much I wish I had held her & told her I loved her even more often than I did. So, please, everyone. Take advantage of every moment that you can with your loved ones & be sure that you let them know how much you love them because time can be so damned short.
Rest in peace, my beloved wife, Jana. You were my life, baby & I don't want to go on without you.
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Maybe you're not ready for it now, but maybe after some time you could change beds and/or houses/apartments. It's not to forget about her but more about removing the objects that bring about the feeling of sharing intimate moments together... Obviously not now.Just checking in again to thank everyone for yet even more kind words & comforting thoughts & prayers. I appreciate them all.
I'm probably repeating myself but I've found that the mornings are by far the worst. Waking up without her & realizing again that she's gone for good is so fucking awful. I can't even begin to explain how difficult it is. Each morning brings about the threat of a new panic attack from grief & loneliness.
For others, the nights are the worst. But I can usually distract myself at night & then stay up until four or five in the morning until I fall asleep from exhaustion. But then, when I wake up it starts all over again.
Yeah, bro. I think I'm going to have to make some changes. I can't bring myself to sleep in our bed where I found her. So, I've been sleeping in the bedroom recliner next to the bed. I can't imagine ever sleeping in that bed again.Maybe you're not ready for it now, but maybe after some time you could change beds and/or houses/apartments. It's not to forget about her but more about removing the objects that bring about the feeling of sharing intimate moments together... Obviously not now.
Man this is terrible I can't get over this.
That is some good advice. @sweetviolenturg, a lot of us veterans came back from Afghanistan and Iraq pretty messed up. Deployments could be very different depending on what you did in theater and the kind of person you were. We are currently losing 24 veterans a day to suicide. Those that did not die overseas are dying right here at home. I myself went through a rough patch after leaving active duty with the U.S. Army. My wife and I lost our first child not long after that. My son was not even a day old. Therapy and medication did not do much to help. My salvation came through work that I did voluntarily with animals. Rescue and adoption. Dogs, horses, donkeys, and pigs. Five donkeys that I rescued I adopted and raise. These animals have done more for me than I have for them. The main thing is to keep yourself and your mind busy. There are lots of animals (and people) that are currently in need of help. I'm sure you can make a difference in someone's life. Good luck.Since your situation seems unique I talked with a buddy who experienced something similar. This is a guy who I've done business with and we have both benefitted from that work and gotten to know one another a little better. In the kind of ways where we share personal stuff.
In his late 20's he lost his fiance. She died in a car wreck. He told me what he did and I wanted to share. He had no money at the time and moved in with his mom. He could barely get out of bed long enough to walk to the kitchen. He started an experiment to walk outside and see how long he could walk until he'd stop feeling that awful lonesomeness.
Yeah, bro. I think I'm going to have to make some changes. I can't bring myself to sleep in our bed where I found her. So, I've been sleeping in the bedroom recliner next to the bed. I can't imagine ever sleeping in that bed again.