My husband Ted had a stroke in May 2003. We had all been working in the back yard when he collapsed. He was taken to the hospital and was expected to die. He rallied and was sent to a nursing home. He never returned home. He died on January 21, 2009 after 6 years in a the nursing home. I grieved in 2003 when life as we knew it died. I grieve again now at his passing. This past September 27th would have been our 35th wedding anniversay. It was a Sunday and I cried through the entire Mass. I tell myself that I should be getting over his death because, as the little voice in my head says, "he wasn't with you for 6 years - you should be used to being alone".
Can anyone relate to this?