Four years ago my husband had an accident and broke his spine in four places. He wasn't supposed to walk or use his hands, but with incredible courage and hard work did both. He did have some disabilities, but never gave up trying to rehabilitate.
Almost a year ago he wasn't feeling well and after nagging him to go to the doctor for days he finally went. That night he said he felt better, ate a little something and went to bed. I found him deceased in the morning. I was his caretaker for four years and watched him struggle and persevere and now he is gone.
Now, I feel lost and stunned. The grieving process is incredibly painful. I feel as if he took a large piece of me with him. I know I've had a delayed grief reaction as all the paperwork and people slowly went back to their lives I am alone with my emotions.
I don't want to burden my family so I read a lot, exercise and paint; self-care. That's my story.