I'm lost for words to describe my grief over the loss of the love of my life. I will never meet anyone as caring and kind as he was. We were so close. A year ago the nightmare began. He got cancer. He struggled through radiation and chemo until late March. He emerged with a mental illness. Confused, depressed and started using drugs and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Soon, after 8 years together, he said he wanted to be alone so he could discover the things in life he had never had. I left and within two weeks he was back sicker than in January. We had given up our apartment so we were at his brothers house. New test showed he had less than six months to live. Actually he had less than 6 weeks. Things went so fast I had no time to look for a new place for us to live. He could not feel anything below the waist. I felt so bad I could not change things for him. Then his family began to attack me. Of course, behind my back. Now since his death they never contact me and I am afraid I will never hear from anyone. My sweetheart was worried they would leave me to grieve alone...and so they have. How do you deal with the loss of the one you love so much and the slient treatment of his family. It seemed they were angry because he wanted me there.